" Fuck you" I spit at his smirked face as he smile at me. He leaned in to steal another smooch from my lips as I bit him, he whimpered, " That's good" he said. Keeping his sight from my eyes, not leaving me within a second.
" Why are you doing this to me?"
" What?" He moves an inch away, brushing his hair back. Still focused on me, " You could've just left me be if every time you revive! Gosh, I don't want you. And I know you don't want me too, why must you force me-"
" Because you do...-"
" What?!"
" Be-because-" He looks away this time, bickering his words to say. It was like he was shy all of a sudden, like he didn't want to say it to me. The way he cups his mouth to shut himself up felt like an utterly insult to me for I shouldn't know the truth. " Because what?! You found this entertaining?! I don't. I'm sick to my stomach in killing you and I-I-I" Fuck my mouth bickers its own, not allowing me to say those harsh words.
Why must he just come back to life?
Why must he keep pestering me?
Why must he want to be by my side when I'm so full of shit?
" For all the goddamn people in this universe, Why must you be the one?"
He laughs at the statement and closes his eyes. Humming like a fucking shit as he leans back to me again, opening his green orbs delightfully and captivates mine. " For all the goddamn people in the universe, you chose me, babe. And I'll always choose you at whatever this shit we've been through"
" Why must you find me?" He cups my cheeks as I feel his warmth. The way his thin lips want to touch mine, his eyes locked at mine, and his breath felt undesirably cool. " Because I know someday, you will accept me and our war will end. I know for life that this anger inside you is so much deeper for me. I know every time I crawl back to you, you're longing for me. "
" I don't...not a thousand life"
" You bet"
" I fucking bet" A tear drop at my eye as I felt him caress it away. I swiftly move the knife under his throat as blood gushes out. Instead of touching his wound to control the bleeding, he continues to smile at her as he vomits out blood.
Till he breathed out, his eyes were still intact contact with hers.
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chelsea
Romansaa series of stories that embarks on a journey that portrayed love as sick, fuck, sweet, and selfish.