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She is a storm on winter’s day, and I will be content with never seeing the sun again.
already love
She offered me her soul, and I gave it back. Not because I did not want it. Oh, I wanted it like a flower wants the sun, like a river wants the sea. When I come to collect her soul, it will not be to take her to the afterlife. No, her soul will be mine to keep.
He was here again. He was watching me sleep.
c'mon Zade
the man who visited me on the day of the accident, face hidden under the shadows of his hood. Then the gifts started appearing. Then the letters. Then came the symbols. All from him. The Faceless Man.
LITERALLY ZADE
I’d take pictures of the letters, only for them to disappear from my phone. Every time I put the letters in my bag, they become lost to the void, only to appear back in my bedroom with a note that says: It’s our little secret.
The gifts he leaves are real. So are the symbols he draws on my body. I know they are.
I beg your unbelievable pardon????
But as always, the cursive words taunt me: You look beautiful when you sleep.
sliding open the drawer holding almost everything the Faceless Man has ever given me. The letter lands on top of one of the shoe boxes filled with the hundreds of notes he’s left me. It’s next to the pile of black bird feathers and the skulls of various animals.
almost creepier than Zade
Sometimes I don’t know if it’s better to feel nothing at all or everything.
“fucked in the head”.
She would've made a lovely bride, what a shame she's
“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to. You know how I get in the morning when I haven’t had my hit.”
Dick
Death comes in shadows in the light; it does not need to wait for the dark. For him, I will come as a hurricane.
Right before the car wrapped around the tree, I had felt the call: Death. I was ready for it to take me with open arms. But it didn’t want to take me.
Cockroach, I heard one of Evan’s friends call me after yet another failed attempt at seeing the Grim Reaper. But I’ve stopped attempting. I don’t like failing.
he always leaves me with at least one lily, whether it’s at home or at work. Always a single white lily.
I never thought that I would want validation from a man who is a complete mystery, but I’ve become obsessed with it. It’s more than an obsession. It’s a craving. A need.
I couldn’t move to look at him as he kneeled next to me and trailed a finger down my bloody cheek and whispered, “Not yet, my Lilith.”
I have nothing to give. No money, no happiness, no faith.
I have no money & no prospects
You will bloom, my sad flower. You already have the earth; I will bring you the sun.
The Faceless Man is the only one who sees me. Like I don’t need to utter a word and he’ll know everything there is to know about me. Sometimes I think that he might know me better than I know myself, but then I remember, I may just be as crazy as they say.
Reality is the worst pain there is.
A feast worthy of my creature of the night. Enjoy your meal, my love.
You are the only thing that I will be tasting.
“You look beautiful in your bed. But you are utterly breathtaking in mine.
“When my dark storm summons me with the promise of letting me taste her, I come.”
the only word I want you screaming is my name: Letum.”
tracing my lips like he’s trying to capture my moans with his touch so that he can write about it in a letter.
For the first time since the accident, the tension in my body subsides and muscles relax, like I can finally breathe and not feel the weight of everything that’s gone wrong.
“Your voice is an aphrodisiac, my Lilith. You should use it more often.”
Letum
ABOUT TIME WE GOT HIS POV
They all thought it was the machines keeping her alive, but it was I that kept her from death.
For if I were Icarus and she were the sun, I would still fly to her with my waxen wings.
I’ve proven to her that I’m all she needs. I can give her money, food, attention, and love, for the rest of eternity.
He can give her nothing but disappointment.
V TRUE EVAN SUCKS
I have craved her for so long that to finally have her is the most otherworldly experience.
a soft moan leaves her lips that I want to capture and have on repeat forever.
Same energy as "She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have."
Hell could come between us, and I still wouldn’t move.
The Faceless Man doesn’t want me anymore, maybe he never did.
EVEN IN DEATH
LETUM & LILITH
He hasn’t left me. He still wants me. I’m still his muse. It wasn’t a dream. I know who he is.
I’m just here to break up with Evan?
LOVE THIS FOR YOU
Evan’s vacant eyes stare straight at the ceiling, his blue lips are parted ever so slightly, like he’s still taking his last breath.
HOLY SHIT
The fates have not yet called upon his soul. I decided that he lost it the second he laid his eyes on you.
Death itself is sure. It’s stable and consistent. You can rely on it happening.
The touch is possessive, yet tender. Like he wants to take me down to hell with him, but wants to hold my hand while doing it.
“My beautiful storm,”
His affection for me oozes from his skin and rains all over me, and everything feels right.
I have memorized how the left side of your lips twitches right before you smile. How your eyebrows pinch together and you chew the inside of your cheek while you think. Oh, my sad flower, the sound of your laugh is imprinted into my memory.
he knows everything about her
“I don’t know your favorite season, what type of music you like, what time of day you prefer, what you actually look like, your hobby, your favorite thing to eat.”
