"You didn't have to do that," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not for me. You hate me."
"But that's the thing, Hazel."
She tilted her head slightly, confused, unsure.
I stepped a little closer, the space between us feeling electric. "You're mine," I said. "Mine to hate. Mine to fight with. Mine to annoy. Only mine.
And no one else gets to lay a hand on you. Ever."
Our eyes met and the world stand still.
from: Sip my poison
By 1x-blue-x7
I DIED.