By coming to kill me?” He almost smiles. He drops my wrists and instead wraps his free hand around my waist, pulling me close. And then, a whisper against my ear: “This might be my favorite way to die.
We’ve been growing toward each other from the opposite sides of the same path since the beginning, haven’t we?
Her heart was beating so hard she could hardly hear her own thoughts. Cyrus had looked at her many times since she’d met him, and always with varying levels of intensity, but never quite like this. Never like he wanted to fall to his knees before her.
My love. My beautiful love. – Aaron Warner.
There will be a bird today. It will be white with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. It will fly. There will be a bird today. It will be white with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. It will fly. There will be a –.
I think you look rather lovely with all your body parts intact, don’t you?
The possibility of losing him is 100 years of solitude I don’t want to imagine. I don’t want my arms to be devoid of his warmth. His touch. His lips, Gods his lips, his mouth on my neck, his body wrapped around mine, holding me together as if to affirm that my existence on this earth is not for nothing.
Don’t go. Your touch is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.
I want so much to be a part of her world. I want to know what it’s like to be in her mind, to feel what she feels. it seems a tremendous weight to carry.
But there’s something about the way she looks at me that always makes me feel insignificant, as if she’s the only one who realised I’m entirely hollow inside. She’s found the cracks in this cast I’m forced to wear every day, and it petrifies me. That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
He’s kissing me like he’s lost me and he’s found me and I’m slipping away and he’s never going to let me go.
It’s like swimming in molasses, this kiss, it’s like being dipped in gold, this kiss, it’s like I’m diving into an ocean of emotion and I’m too swept up in the current to realise I’m drowning and nothing even matters anymore.
You destroy me.
I want you. I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you. It’s never been a secret. I’ve never tried to hide that from you. I’ve never pretended I wanted anything less.
Oh, she had never feared death. No, it was life that scared her, life that scarred her.
I can always feel the rush of emotion in her words, in her eyes. The certainty that she would fight for me. Protect me. And knowing this makes my heart feel so full that, sometimes, when we’re together, I can hardly breathe.
She’s bathed in it. Glowing. More beautiful than ever, which is nothing short of terrifying, to be honest.
I am not your toy.
My girl. She’s my girl.
You can have anything of mine you want. You can have all of it.
I will be here every night to keep you warm. I will kiss you until I can’t keep my eyes open.