I wanted to gaze inside the powerful, haunted, beautiful mind of which I had only ever caught glimpses. I wanted to pry her open and drag her hidden pieces out into the chilly autumn air. I wanted to hold her trauma in my palms and study it, find where the tears began so I could help her mend them. I wanted to know her void and how compatible it was with mine. My pain wanted to flirt with hers. She was so used to manipulating desire, and I wanted her to set her sights on me. I wanted her to become frustrated when I refused to bend and downright terrified when she realized that her heart was
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