Graveyard for my Love-(obsession, ex Husband)

Graveyard for my Love-(obsession, ex Husband)

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I opened the door, the apricity of the moonlight blooming over the figure lying on the bedthe same woman who had fought with me only hours ago, and now lay tucked inside my shirt, my wife. I knelt beside her, my fingers brushing her cheek as she stirred at my presence, slowly opening her eyes. "What are you doing? Stop," she murmured softly, turning away from me. I traced my hand down her back. "Why are you still awake, sweetheart?" I asked quietly. "Are you worried that your sleeping pills aren't working?" A smirk cut across my face. My clever girl always saw through me. "So you didn't eat, sweetheart?" "No. And because of you, I can't even live peacefully," she whispered, eyes shutting as if to erase me. I wiped the sheen of sweat from her neck ,sweat born of heaven and hell. "Don't touch me, Aven." I unbuttoned my shirt slowly; she still wouldn't face me. "You love beaches... this place should give you peace." "Not when you exist... and I'm nowhere in the world." A dark chuckle escaped me. "You've neither slept nor eaten, sweetheart. Get up."My breath dragging as she spoke "Why is there no lock on the bathroom, but there's one on the bedroom?" I sat beside her, leaning in, words like a blade wrapped in velvet. "So I can keep you locked up, walk in whenever I want... and f-ck you whenever I need, no matter where you hide." Her tear slid free as I turned her toward me. Her body felt breakable, a storm trapped in heat. Even with a hateful heart, she clung to me as I lifted her and carried her to the bathroom. Her tear slid free as I turned her toward me. Her body felt breakable, a storm trapped in heat. Even with a hateful heart, she clung to me as I lifted her and carried her to the bathroom. "You're a monster... I hate you," she whispered, a prayer and a curse. "I'll be anything you name me, sweetheart," I murmured, eyes burning into hers. "You own me... and I own you more."
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What should've been just one night of surrendering to my desires turned into an endless stream of obsession. A deadly obsession. A sickening, mind-numbing obsession. She coursed through my veins, spreading rapidly like venom. She was my very own poison. She was my savior and my downfall. She was everything that I've ever dreamed of, everything I've ever wanted. Her taste lingered on my tongue, her scent haunted me every day, and her siren eyes were imprinted into my memory forever. She shouldn't have left me, she shouldn't have created this insatiable craving that couldn't be relinquished. Despite her attempt at trying to run from me, there wasn't a corner of this Earth that she could hide in because I'd always find her. Wherever she went, I'd be right behind her. Chasing her. Hunting her. Yearning for her. Becoming infatuated with the seductress wasn't on my agenda. I didn't plan on being sucked into her world but here I was, on my knees for a woman who pushed me away every chance she got. I burned for her and I'd burn the world for her. She controlled my heart, mind, body, and soul. And the worst part was, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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