Hillary's Compass

Hillary's Compass

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Romance
Hillary has been blessed with being able to travel around the world and visit so many different places and meet so many people. But it is not the life she wants. She can't stand her family and she wants to live her own life as an adventurer; a girl guiding her own ship, a compass shaped into the palm of her hand. "My love would have to be a beached adventurer - one that didn't have a passport, nonetheless, a ship or a compass to explore with. Most of all, he would have to look at me and see a regular girl living in a fucked up world; one not anchored down by her family or the money stitched into the seams of her clothes. He would have to see a girl with a heart, that gets high off of the fact that she might finally find her Neverland; every adventurers' and sea captain's dream home." Cover by @rumble-
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"You have two options. You can suffer through the fires of our passion with clenched teeth, writhing in agony, or you could become one with the flames, dancing in the night skies, burning through everything in your incendiary path, indestructible, immortal from our love, leaving in your wake ashes and smoke in the annihilation of your creation." ... I have lived for centuries, yet I've never felt this chaotic feeling run through my veins before. This burning across my skin like fire and the scorching in my lungs, making me unable to breathe when she is close, and yet also when she is far away. I've never felt this perverse pleasure when her eyes fell on my lips, when a pleased sigh escaped her mouth underneath my quivering touch. I've never felt this need to be with someone as I did with her, the burning ache inside me when she was gone, clamoring me to be by her side. And I've never felt this fear before, this twisting, gut wrenching feeling of disquiet that lurked day and night in the back of my mind, slowly eating away at my sanity, pouncing upon me whenever I had the misfortune to think about her. Is that what love is? Or is it just the feeling of one psychopath falling for another? Highest ranking : #1 in Neverland

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