"Joyce, do you feel that?" He said holding his hand to his heart. It was early morning and the sun was just beginning to rise over the mist. We had both just waken up and he was giddy like a child.
"It beats for you, and ONLY you." He said grinning.
Unfortunately the ardor of his tranquility had dwindled making me wonder what truly drove his sanity...
I nodded silently before getting up and making my way over to the kitchen to prepare breakfest for him.
"AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY THAT YOUR HEART ONLY BEATS FOR ME?!" Nate said jumping up and screaming at me. I saw him grab a lamp and I immediately shade my eyes as he smashes it against the floor.
I was so used to seeing his tantrums that they had just became patterns, nothing more.
Nate sunk to his knees in agony, making small cries as he beat the floor with his massive hands.
I walked over to him, making sure he didn't have any weapon on him. He didn't.
"Nate..." I said lifting his head gently. At the exact same time, his hands snaked around my neck as he began to tighten and shake vigouresly. I could see the whites of his eyes as I struggled to catch my breath.
I waited and watched, waiting for the realization to kick in like it normally did.
"JOYCE!" he screamed quickly releasing my neck and allowing me to breath once more. All that Nate could do was stare blankly down at his hands as he crumbled down to floor sobbing as he murmured apologies and promising change.
I knew better. He was incapable of change, even if he didn't know it.
He watched me as a small, delicate tear cascaded down my face. Slowly he reached in to hug me, whispering to me, "I'm so sorry, I never meant to lose control. You know I love you, right?"
I managed to fake a small smile as I hugged the man, holding on tight enough to make him think I still loved him all the same.
"Of course I do. You know I love you too right?" I mumbled back as I buried my throbbing head into his chest.
I lied like his every single day.
I lied and told him I'd always be there, I'd always love him, anything to keep him calm...
It was difficult acting every moment of my life, but I had always imagined it as a book or play.
A book or play that is so cruel and unrealistic that it could only be considered art, and I was living in it.
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Possessive
Romance"Baby, I need you." "No you need the Idea of me." Nate Landen never knew what the color grey meant, he never did. So when he meets the most amazing girl... Joyce, he loves her so deeply that he becomes possessed with the idea that he m...
