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It's ironic how many of us take advantage of the time we have with those we love. How we assume there's always more. Always a next time.
I love the freedom of coming home and stripping my sweaty clothes off the instant I walk through the door, just because there isn't a single person who will stop me. Or leaving my dishes in the sink until I feel up to washing them. It's quite liberating, being a slob. Everyone should try it at least once.
I'm the hostile wolf with an insatiable prey drive, and she's the little lamb that's accidentally wandered into my path.
Out in the open, yet tucked away enough for me to find at the perfect moment. Him. It's no coincidence that he chose a fig. The infamous forbidden fruit.
My beautiful, deadly little Stardust, as I've decided to call her. A representation of the complicated supernova of feelings I've experienced since first laying eyes on her. Like the dusty remains of a star's chaotic explosion, she’s somehow managed to coat every piece of my existence with her bejeweling presence, and she doesn’t even know who I am.
strength comes from the most uncomfortable circumstances.
Even serial murderers have fears. Mine just happens to be a five-foot Italian woman from the Bronx.
“You should be afraid of me. I could hurt you… In fact, I probably will. I’m not the hero in this story,”
“I’m not afraid of dying. I've already done that. I’m afraid of not living.”
“I don't think you get it, Stardust. The second I coat my tongue with your cum, you're going to be mine. No other man will ever touch you again and live to talk about it. When I eat this pussy”—he glides his finger down my slit again, and I shudder out a breath—“I'm taking ownership of it.”
She deserves the entire night sky and every exploding, magnificent star floating inside of it. No, fuck that. She deserves the universe. My girl is so much bigger than all of this. I hope one day she allows me to give it to her.
“It's not a lie. You're a sick, toxic son of a bitch with an ego the size of this planet. Just another bored little rich boy slumming it with us lower class peasants. Wanting you is the equivalent of handing my soul over to the devil. Dangerous and fruitless.”
I'm addicted to your strength. But everyone has a breaking point, and finding yours has become a game to me.”
“I feel it too, Stardust. Every fiber of my being is clawing to give in—to take the dive. And I want to… so fucking badly. But I haven't yet because I can't freefall into this feeling, only to turn back and find that you didn't take the leap with me.”
“This thing between us… it's poetic. Sacred. We're more than just two deprived souls feeding off one another's despair.
“You can’t escape me. Not in this life or any one that comes after it. My soul has latched onto yours, melding us into one. I’ll always find you, Stardust.”
Just before I turn away, I notice a smudge on the glass. Her ass was planted there so firmly, it left a perfect print behind. I smile to myself, leaning farther into my chair to admire it. I don't think I'll ever let them wash my windows again.
Even though you’re the brightest fucking star in the galaxy, and I’m just a black hole that sucks the life out of everything. Even though being with me could completely implode your life. You make everything feel less hopeless.”
It’s not like he moonlights as a serial killer, right?
“I want you to have a normal life, free of stalkers and murderers. You deserve peace, Stardust. The kind of peace I can’t give you. But the selfish side of me wants to hold you in my grasp for as long as possible. To throw you in a cage and feed off your innocent soul because mine is so tattered, I can hardly recognize myself.”
