“You use me whenever you feel him getting too close in your head. When his memory is hurting you, you turn to me. I will fucking wipe him away. I will give you so much pleasure that the pain you knew will vanish.” A vow he meant to carry to his grave. “He didn’t mark you, but I will. I will mark you so deep that you will feel me inside and out. There will be no place for him. There fucking never was. You aren’t his, and you never will be.”
