I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry, but I think we both knew this was coming. I just don’t feel we’re compatible anymore, not since you went you into your cocoon and metamorphosed into whatever it is you are now. I’m human. You’re… not. At least not anymore.
I was apprehensive when you signed up with the lab for human experimentation. The first enhancements they performed on you were kinda neat — extra fingers that allowed you to manipulate objects in new ways, cat’s eyes for night vision, webbed toes for easier swimming. But the later augmentations began to slide more toward the scary and the terrifying. Razor teeth, claws, and a sudden and undeniable thirst for meat, especially bloody meat.
You withdrew a little further with every modification. I think you enjoyed the changes, but all I knew was that I was progressively losing a little more of you every time. You, the woman I loved, began to change in ways I couldn’t anticipate, and as a result, my feelings for you began to change, too.
Part of me wanted to volunteer, too, just so I could go through the changes with you. But somehow I doubt that could have saved us. These alterations were designed to create weapons, not individuals, and you took to the transformations like a fish to water.
And then they changed your DNA at a fundamental level. These were alterations that distorted the very meaning of being human. Tell the truth, I think they spliced some kind of alien genetics into your body because within hours you started spooling webbing from your pores. You curled up in a corner of our house and quickly became a husk, a cocoon, and you remained that way for several days.
When you emerged, you were completely different. Onyx skin, extra prehensile limbs, antennae on your head, and that’s just what I can see on the outside of your body. Only the universe knows what’s changed on the inside. All I know is that you’re utterly alien and foreign to me now. You’ve left me behind, and I mourn for the woman you once were.
I don’t even know if you can still understand me, or this letter. But I’m leaving now, and for good. I know the experts from that lab are coming to collect you, because I called them. I raged at them for doing this to you. They were apathetic to my words and feelings.
I don’t love you anymore because you are no longer the person I fell in love with. I wish you the best, I really do, but I don’t know what your future holds in store. But I can imagine, and I really wish I couldn’t.
Goodbye, my love.
