“Is this what love feels like?” “No, it's something so more than that. It's so vile and wrong but it's feels so right.” “What's it called?” “A Stockholm Syndrome..”

Is this what love feels like he asked himself, he felt fullfilled yet so empty. He longed for her, he needed her.

he thrived for the drugs at night, and she lived for the music. together they felt connected, yet they'd be the reason for each other's destruction.

❝―black don't crack, boo.❞ © lofangs [completed]