Excerpts of My Thoughts

Ruined: Her POV

"You ruined me," she spits out venomously.

"No, princess," he stares right back at her, a smile playing on his lips. "You ruined me."

Her head throbbed as much as her heart. Was it because of the excitement? The nervousness? The terror? He was her enemy. No. He is her enemy, something she kept trying to remind herself.

His hand was cold on her chin, tilting it up towards him. She looked at him pleadingly, without realizing herself. His raven hair was slick with sweat and illuminated from the moonlight through the window. He licked his lips, an unfamiliar look on his face. If her hands weren't tied behind her back, she would have reached up to cup his cheek. He was dangerous. But beautiful, too. She could see her own reflection in his eyes.

Kiss me, she thought. Ruin me, she begged.

As if he heard her thoughts, his lips met hers. She allowed herself to melt into the kiss for a second before forcefully biting down until she tasted the metallic blood. Her heart ached. She knew of his feelings for her, and she loved him just the same. But there were so many "buts."

She caught a look of hurt in his eyes as he pushed back, a stream of blood running down his chin.

The doors slammed behind his back seconds later. A suffocating silence follows. She was left alone to deal with the complication of her own thoughts and feelings.

He was toxic. And she was intoxicated with him. 

- May 21, 21