Addictions [REVERSE]

6. Maybe you are my addiction

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Double update, cause I'm nice like that. Tbh there is nothing mature that's gone on in my stories to far and as far as I know I suck at writing sex scenes so should I still keep it mature content even if it has....bad words. Ha!

"Yes!" I state getting my voice out more firm and loud, "In one way or another you may be right, but a game is for those who don't have faith in themselves, If life is a game then why do people give up, isn't it an addiction?" At this he was lost with words, stunned at my response and most likely knew I was right.

"Don't people give up in life?" His voice is barley audible, "Suicide?"

There was no argument when Alexis was drunk, he was no person to argue with. He heavily swung towards me crashing his weight all upon me. His weak state was shocking to see because even in his worse state he was opposing and strong. My words really hit him and I softened underneath his mass. Holding him up with all my strength I whispered, "But a game is not what life is right? Because people like me and you don't belong in those games,"

He slurred incoherent words, and I held his face in my hands.

"People like us are addicted," My voice sounding soft and sweet. "when it comes to life, we don't even let death take us,"

I stared in his intense eyes, feeling my undead heart beat in my ears. As though our souls were slowly intertwining like an artist swirling to colours on his pallet. The artist being god.

"People like us are addicted," I repeated.    

"And maybe you are my addiction," Alexis husked in a low voice as he looked straight in my eye, fully exposed to his feelings.

Letty was here.