Mississippi Sweets

He's back, slipping into Nemesia's life like a ghost in the heat-slow, inevitable, and hungry. The past they buried isn't resting; it's rising, dragging her back into the shadows she swore she'd never touch again. He's not here to make amends. He's here to set fire to everything she's built, to watch it smolder between them like a prayer gone unanswered.

In the thick Mississippi dusk, their collision is a slow-burn tragedy, something brutal and holy. Every glance is a warning, every word a confession neither of them is ready to speak. Hatred drips sweet like honey, desire twists like a knife, and somewhere in the wreckage of it all, she wonders if she ever really wanted to escape.

No one is coming to save her. No one but Skepta-always Skepta. The boy who ruined her, the man who might just be her last salvation.
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And no matter how far I run, no matter how many lifetimes I live,

I'll never escape the truth: she owns me, body and soul.

She is etched into me, an indelible mark that time cannot erase.

This ache, this relentless ache, is mine now.

It clings to me, persists, engulfs me like the weight of the earth.

Until my final breath.

Perhaps that's the cruelest truth-that I would surrender to it.

For a life without that yearning... would cease to be worth breathing at all.