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No, I wasn’t the predator. He was. He’d always been the one hunting me. I’d only ever tried to survive him.
“Do you hate me?” I asked. He frowned and shifted forward, closer, and held open his arms. I went into them and let him hold me. “You know I don’t. Jude, sometimes you’re so fucking childlike, it scares me a little.” He said, “I think I hate the person who hurt you, but then I remember that he was a child too.”
I’d taken the goodness Nathan offered me, sucked him dry, and returned to some dark dead place like the emotional vampire that I was.
So great and absolute was the pleasure I felt in that perfect moment. I wanted to bathe in it, in him, gorge myself so that when he left me, I would be able to sustain myself on it for the months and years to come.
I still love you. I think I always will. But it’s like my parents, I’m never going to stop loving them, I’m only going to get better at living without them loving me back.
