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Time is a circle. All these lives are connected like a carousel around our soul.
“The moment he sees me, he’ll remember. I know he will.”
Even more unusual is the fact that I detect zero resentment or animosity in her.
Instead…I feel, well, something like love, if not infatuation.
I can’t explain it but when I look into her eyes, green eyes the color of faded moss in ...
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We are primal, we are raw, we are destined.
He moves back and starts licking his own cum off my back, then spreads my legs and starts licking up my thighs, like a panther lapping from a stream, strong yet delicate passes of his tongue, until I’ve been licked clean.
Every time you get close to someone you open yourself up to pain. Because eventually they will die or leave you and you’ll be a husk of your former self, discarded, left behind, and scattered by the wind.
I tell myself that to love me as
Rose is to love me as Dahlia, Lucy, and Mina, because we all are one and the same.
I scream for the pain in my heart that I know will never go away so long as Valtu doesn’t know who I am. And I scream because the man I loved has become a man that feels so easy to hate.
I love him. I loved him. I hate what he’s become.
“The darkness in me calls to the darkness in you,”
“It wouldn’t matter if you did. I’ll just come back.” I pause. “I always do.”
My love. My Valtu. He really is gone. And I will never be his again.
Because she knows you better than you know yourself. And deep down inside, you know you know her, too.
Of course you do. You like your tight pink cunt fucked by my tongue. Look at you. You’re honey pouring into my mouth.
You feel me, sucking your sweet fucking honey down my throat?
“I told you my heart would always find yours,”
“How did you know how to kill him?” I ask, wide-eyed and breathless. Despite the violence I’ve seen, nothing prepares you for seeing your lover physically tear someone’s head off their neck as easily a flower off a stem. Valtu frowns as if it’s a dumb question and gestures to the head in his hands. “Who wouldn’t this kill?”
I giggled for too long at this
