Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

Fuck, she was irresistible, a fucking vixen sent to torture me in all the best ways.

Perfectly wicked… What a beautiful thing to be called.

“You may not say it, but I know, deep in your rotten core, your mean heart beats for me.

“We are one and the same, he and I; two souls stitched together in the shadows of our pain. The world hated us, and in that rejection, we found each other.”

“Our hearts are one, always and forever. He can’t give you what isn’t his.”

“Until I have her heart in my hands,” I whispered over my shoulder, “I can’t love you.”

“You may have taken her heart, but you will never have mine.”