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July 3 - July 7, 2025
“Please, stop hitting me.” Merrick’s face came into view, and his eyes hardened as he growled, “Stop fucking dying, then.”
“Isn’t the world how we perceive it? Isn’t the world how we think and process and imagine? Isn’t it our mind that shapes us, directs us, guides us toward our fates? Why wouldn’t the afterlife be the same?”
“Fuck fate. Fuck these leaders who think they can control us by threatening us. Fuck the gods who started this endless fight for power. I will not let them tell me how my life will end up. We are in charge now, and we will make the decisions we damned well please.”
His lips brushed her ear as he drove into her, so deep that stars—like the silver flecks in Merrick’s eyes—danced before her closed ones once more, exploding into pure light when he whispered, “Mine. You’re. Fucking. Mine.”