𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 ⤞ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

6 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝...

❝You'd be surprised at what you'd do to stay alive.❞

- Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

       "One day," Tex murmured with his lips ghosting over the skin left bare by the t-shirt he'd previously removed from her body. "There will come a time when I won't be here anymore, and you'll be left with only the memories we've created together. How does that make you feel, Penny?"

       Snorting, Penelope's eyebrows rose skeptically, and she playfully shoved at his body, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing instinctively, "Shut up, you dumbass. You know I don't like it when you talk like that."

       "Why is that, Miss O'Hare?" He smirked, those pink lips still placing soft kisses across her jugular and collarbone.

       "Because you sound like that shrink I'm forced see every Wednesday," those bright eyes fluttered shut at the sensations spreading through her relaxed body, enjoying the way his fingers felt against every tangible part of her. "Always saying things that make me sound crazy, things that make me question everything in my life."

      The sweet, satisfying kisses creased when Tex lifted his gaze to look up at the beautiful girl in his arms. Her dark hair splayed out on the sheets beneath her, those mesmerizing orbs staring up at him with so much adoration that it made him feel as if he was some sort of mythological figure, one that had the power to destroy her very soul without trying. Tex knew, deep down within his own tormented essence, that her love for him could never compare to his own towards her. Whether she knew it, or chose to ignore it, Penelope knew that no matter how much she felt towards that southern native, it could never live up to which he felt for her.

       "C'mon, baby, you know that I will never leave you. I'll fight for you, for us 'till I'm bloody and bruised, 'till all my bones have been broken, 'till I can't see straight anymore... 'till I'm dead and gone. And I'll keep fightin' even after that because you are the only thing I have to live for. The only thing that keeps me from losing my goddamn mind."

Penelope felt her heart swell and nearly implode from the intensity and sincerity of his words. He loved her, completely and unconditionally, despite her psychological flaws. Against all odds, this beautiful, untamable boy gave her his wounded heart, and trusted her with it. From within those haunted eyes, he knew all of what her cursed life has put her through, and continued to look at her as if she was the most priceless, flawless thing ever created.

He was her God, and she was his Angel, destined to be together whether in this life, or the next one. Wherever the twists and turns took them, they would always find a way back to each other.

It was inevitable.

"I love you," she cooed, her eyes fluttering again as his fingers traveled over her more sensitive regions. "I always will."

Tex flashed her one of his million dollar smiles, and inhaled her moan as if it was the most delicious dessert he'd ever have, "'Till the sun explodes, and even after that."

A desperate cry ripped itself from Penelope's throat as her hands swiped the lamp from its place on the bedside table. The sound of glass shattering did nothing to soothe the rage swimming through her, to calm the demon clawing at its cage within her mind. Her lips trembled and her eyes were spilling with tears, "Where is it? Where the fuck is it?"