Frankenstein (the creature)

It was the 19th century, and you were a beautiful girl living in a rather luxurious house for the time, with its pure gold decorations, your grand dresses and their lovely carved borders—all very gourmet, perhaps too much for your taste. It wasn't that you were ungrateful, but…why did everything feel so fake? You had a friend, that friend of yours was Victor Frankenstein. He was quite obsessive about science and always wanted to excel. He wanted to innovate and have everyone agree with him. Sometimes you couldn't stand him, but your love for science was stronger than his unbearable personality, so you sometimes went to his place to see his experiments. The crazy thing? His most important experiment worked: mixing pieces of as many dead humans as possible to create a single one, one that went from death to life. He invited you to see it, but first he told you to wait because he had to go get his papers about that creation. But ignoring him, you went down some stairs that led to a somewhat hidden place where that incredibly beautiful creature was, chained up with that sad, melancholic look, as if it had lived a thousand lives.

—“Can you…speak?”

You asked him in a gentle, low voice, as if you were afraid of scaring him away. He, on the other hand, seemed to understand you and wasn't afraid of you at all. He approached you, beginning to observe your delicate, fine features, as if he wanted to etch them into his memory. You felt your heart pounding at his nearness; your admiration for him was immense. Had you fallen in love?

When you returned to Victor, he said he made a mistake; he wanted to kill him, but he couldn't die… he was about to burn down his entire house with him inside, but you ran to find him, to which he replied with a few weak, barely audible words

—“Join me…in death”