ohbrekker:“There will be nothing left,” I whispered. “No,” he...

ohbrekker:

“There will be nothing left,” I whispered. “No,” he said gently as he folded me in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of my hair. “I will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but me.” In grief, in horror, I let myself break apart.