An Alternate Ending To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

I walked alongside the beautiful stream of water, as the soft mud around its edges covered my bare feet. The fluorescent green trees, the hypnotizing flowers, the beautiful scenery around me seemed upside down in its reflection. A reflection of still water, small droplets of distortion every now and again. My attention was soon grabbed by a stranger, one who was standing over the fountain. “Hello?” I called out to the odd man. He was just standing there. Almost in shock by the sight he was seeing underneath him. His head turned my way and he quickly stood to his feet. “Do you know of the beautiful creature living within this water?” The stranger asked dramatically, almost in distress. “Beautiful creature? I 've

“You mean… a reflection?” I asked in disbelief. “Was this stranger talking about our reflections?” I asked myself. “A reflection? What is that?” He asked curiously, finally being able to tear his eyes away from the sight of himself. “It is a imagine of ourself. That beautiful creature you are talking about is you,” I explained with a smile. The man stared at me for a good minute before looking back down. His eyes widen, as he reached out his hand to the water. “This is me? I am this beautiful?” He spoke softly, his words dripping with lust. “Yes. That is you.” I stood to my feet and brushed off my knees. His eyes were fixated on the reflection below him. He raised his hands slowly and touching along his pale skin, poking at various parts of his face. “I’m beautiful,” He mumbled out. He has fallen in love with himself. I nodded my head uneasily and turned to walk away, he was still unmoved from that same spot, doing the same motions as before. A few days later I heard the poor man had died of starvation, because he was unmoved from that very spot where I left him. Just goes to show loving yourself too much can be