When it comes to power, what is the most desirable trait?
Is it manipulation? Strength? Intelligence?
I answer that question the same every single time someone asks, every time my friends think little of me.
The answer is love. Whatever the situation, whatever the time, love will always push you to your breaking point. Love is what gives you power, power over others, power over the one you love.
Aubrey doesn't see it that way. She views my power as abuse, as if I could ever hurt her worse than I knew she could handle.
Aubrey sees me as a cruel and overbearing owner. I never wanted to own her, I just wanted to show her that life is scarier when I'm not around.
Aubrey is purely light, not a single dark shred of space. Aubrey is a candle, flickering in the dark. Aubrey is my only source of warmth.
I sit on a beach alone at night, watching the stars reflect on the water, and I think about the moment I get to see her again, the moment I get to taste her blood running down my fingertips. I want to kill her, I want to be the one to end her life. But not until she spends it with me, not until I watch as the last drop of hope drains from her eyes.
I will set her little town on fire if I have to smoke her out, but my true happiness will drown me when I finally see her burn.
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Unspoken
Roman d'amourAfter an abusive relationship during her freshman year of high school, Aubrey Pierce enters her junior year with forced amnesia about her past. She can't remember why, but she knows anyone who gets close to her is in danger from her former love and...
