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Our Darkness
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement févr. 11, 2019
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Addiction. 
A word that makes people cringe. Makes them shudder and wonder..."Addicted to what?" 
Not all addictions are the same. Each one has its own story. Each person having their own words. 
We've all been there. We've all held onto that one thing that gets us through to the next day. Or even just the next moment. 
It doesn't have to be a drug, alcohol, or food, or a bad habit you can't shake. Sometimes, it's a feeling...a feeling only a certain person can give you.
 A feeling that takes all of the darkness away. 

For Esme Cavanaugh, it was Killian Grey.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?