The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)

by Monty Jay

He is missing from me.

“Watch yourself, little girl.”

Little Girl??????

it’s forgotten and often never mentioned that children are three parts of a whole. There is a large part that belongs to them. This piece, unlike either of their creators, is wholly oneself.’”

“Darling.” He traces the front of his white teeth with his tongue, a starved animal ready to feast. “I’d rid the world of men who breathe the same air as you.”

There is no real beginning for us, and there will never truly be an end. Not when the threads of fate have woven us in a never-ending loop. A love that travels lifetimes.

There is no one else out there for me. I was made for you.”

My mother wasn’t religious, I’m not religious, but if it meant keeping him forever, I’d pray.

I adore the celebration of love in all of its many forms. Big or small, between lovers or family members. It’s more than just marriage proposals; it’s about reflecting on the relationships you’ve developed.

I want a love that’s worth the fight. Consumption, unhealthy entanglement. The kind where you can’t really tell where one person ends and the other begins. I want love that hurts because it’s real.

I can’t demand a boy who knows nothing of love to navigate a relationship flawlessly as a man.

No one knows the abuser like the abused.

He is my protector, my defender. A connection that will never leave or stray, no matter how it’s tested. It’s a love that stays with me in the quiet nights when I’m trapped in my head.