Out of everyone I have ever met, Katherine was the one I should have known would become the one to hurt me the most.
The trail of broken hearts and death should have been my warning. Her ambition to use people and break them, just to see what would be waiting inside should have told me to stay away. The way she stole lives from innocence and fed them to her vanity should have been enough to scare me. Maybe I wondered, if she ever stopped and thought, that it was never necessarily to do those things. I hoped, she had hesitations. I'm starting to believe that I was wrong.
She was a cutthroat and a vixen and I blame her history. Losing the ones she cared about and loved.
In the end, I realized, she didn't care. She never stopped, or could. She never thought of others, so when she looked at me, with want and the edge in her eyes, she gave no mercy, no warning. She didn't think, that what she took from me, was what I needed to stay alive.
All I can say now, is that it's fine.
What you took from me will always be yours, but what you can't have, is the rest.
So while, you are dying inside and out my lovely, I'll restore the innocence you took with you to hell.
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