The Bad Guy

by Celia Aaron

“You’re deranged.” He smirked, the quirk of his lips cruel. “You aren’t the first to call me that, though I prefer high-functioning psychopath.”

He sat back and took my hand in his, pressing it over his heart. “In here. Where there’s nothing. When I saw you, something happened. And now I can feel, but only for you.”

I’m drawn to your spark of darkness the same way you’re drawn to the ocean of mine. We aren’t magnets pulled together by a weak force; we create our own gravity for each other.”

You had a white knight, but you were waiting for your monster. Here I am.”

“Every bad guy is the hero of his own tale.”

The sun doesn’t reduce its heat to assuage the frigid moon.”

I think that’s what makes me the bad guy—that I’d kill or build, destroy or create for you.