when two demonic worlds collide . Two divine souls meet and connected. read to find out .

"Then what do you want me to tell you." King yelled causing me to jump a little. Never had he raised his voice at me or even spoke this way to me. But I guess there was a first for everything. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. I was close. He was close. I was so close that my chest laid against his and I could feel the thuds of his heartbeat. Neither one of us moved because we knew we what we wanted. We knew it from the first day we met each other. Fighting back the tears that formed in the back of my eyes I spoke. "Tell me how we'll be lovers and friends." There was a long silence before I opened my eyes and let the tears fall. _____________ Melanie and King have been friends since the beginning of their freshman year in college. The two always found it weird how they met but thanked God everyday that they had. But the thing that made them different from friends were their feelings. Never had one of them dared to tell each other the feelings they had deep down for one another. Because at the end of the day they were friends. And only that. That's all they knew to be. But with their feelings growing deeper and being unable to control them. Will they finally become what they want. Or will their fantasy crumble to pieces? Will they ever be lovers and friends?

If i had only known you'd give just one thing to me, It was your promise on our wedding day-the one didn't keep. You promised you would cherish me until we both grew old, The only vows you took to heart was "To Have" and "To Hold". "To Have" me? I'm a prisoner, an object standing still. "To Hold" me? Yes, you've done that too, but against my will. If walls could tell their stories, and doors unlocked themselves, Everyone would have a view into my secret hell. Crazy? That is what you want me to think I am, Telling me you meant no harm....and that you never will again. The nights you tower over me just to make me feel As if the blame and shame are mine-and my feelings are not real. But you don't know that with each blow and hurt you have to give, The more you build my silent nerve, and my will to live. You think that you have won, I'm broken on the ground, But you don't know the plans in place and strength that I have found. Just know there will come a day, not far within my reach, The only things to grip my soul are happiness and peace. I thank you for letting me see your true colors, now I'm loving the girl I've become. - To you, with resentment, love, your survivor.