𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
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She was running-maybe not with her feet, but with her heart, with her eyes, with every shaky breath. And I? I was right behind, ready to catch her again.
Anger? Rage? No, those words were far too small to contain the storm inside me when I saw her-so fragile, trembling, drowning in her own tears. A sight that shattered something raw within me. Every instinct screamed to demand answers, to ask what dared to break her like this, but would she tell me? Fuck no. And that is what drives me insane.
I wanted to hold her, erase every memory that wasn’t mine, rip away every piece of her that still belonged to something else, until there was nothing left in her world but me. I swallowed every question, every ounce of fury, forcing patience I didn’t know I possessed-for her. But the moment the word dying slipped from her lips, I was fucked up.
My restraint? Gone. My patience? Shattered. And in its place, a hunger so consuming, I drowned us both in it.
I kissed her-not for love- I don't even know how to love, not for desire, but to pull her from the abyss. I kissed her until she forgot the world, until she forgot her pain, until she forgot how to even think beyond the press of my lips against hers. I kissed her until the tremors in her body melted into me, until her ragged breaths steadied, until the only thing left in her world was me.
Until all her hatred, all her defiance, every ounce of her attention was mine. Until the only thing she could focus on was the way I was devouring her, consuming her, pulling her back from the darkness with nothing but the force of my touch.
Maybe if I looked back, I’d think I shouldn’t have kissed her. Maybe I’d regret the madness in my actions.
But if given the chance? I’d do it again.
A thousand times over-until she forgot how to drown in anything but me.
Fuck regret-Let her hate me, curse me, fight me. I’d rather be her villain than watch her shatter into something irreparable. If I must carve my presence into her soul so deeply that she can never tear me out, then so be it.
