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It makes me wonder why the world is so afraid of a zombie apocalypse, when we’re already surrounded by animals more than capable of tearing us apart and devouring every last fucking bit of our flesh and bones.
My human interaction is very limited. Especially because that’s what my pets like to eat for dinner.
He who was once a rapist and child trafficker is now pig shit. So fucking poetic.
“I come bearing gifts.” He lifts his other hand and holds up a DVD. “And a movie.”
“I’m into whatever you’re into. I get the feeling these types of movies are right up your alley. Come sit. I’ll make popcorn.”
He shoots me a cocky grin. “I didn’t want to give you the chance to say no.”
He glances at me. “I wanted to spend time with you. I missed you.”
“He never got over you, ya know,” Silas says, bringing my attention snapping back to him. When my brows crease in confusion, he explains, “It took about three years and a really drunken night to admit that you both slept together that night.” His arms rise defensively. “Which I’m not judging either of you for. Anyway, he blabbered on about how he hasn’t been able to think of anyone else since. How every day, he would picture you showing back up in the store. I guess, in a way, he’s been looking for you since you left, even if it was him that made you disappear.”
“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”
her sadness would be powerless to my obsession.
And there would be no part of her that wasn't made precisely for me.

