“When you speak, I can hear the battle. When you glare, I can feel your repulsion. And I can’t breathe when you are near. I can’t think or see beyond my own rage. Whatever power you hold over me is a vicious form of torture. And I am weak for you. Only you.” “This isn’t repulsion, nor weakness, Husband. This is fucking obsession. Every day. Every second. And maybe I’m a masochist because I don’t want to be without it.” “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Nightmare.”
