Dark Paradise | A. Harkness

Loving you was loving war.

When the bloodshed ended,
we couldn't even recognize each other,
our bodies were maps,
of destruction and pain,
our faces the aftermath,
of an entire world in ashes.

We were Pandora's box personified,
it just took opening it up
to realise
how deeply poisonous
we truly were together.

It was beautiful, two entities now onne. It was magical. But their fate was already written, it was destined to fail.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 was destined to fail.

Her fate, was for her to end up used, taken advantage of.
Her fate was for her to end up burnt, battered, bloodied.
Her fate was for her to end up hated, hunted, alone.

Agatha Harkness was not one destined for a happy ending.

Agatha Harkness' life was a heartbreak in tangible form.

Agatha Harkness was broken.

And it was all 𝘩𝘪𝘴 fault.