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I cradle my lover’s head in my hands, longing to shatter it against the hardwood floor.
What an opening line lmao
Della’s grief is a palpable presence, one she holds onto with both hands. Sometimes we curate our own hauntings, desperately crafting ghosts from faded memories as we beg our dear ones not to depart. As if our desperation alone could pull them back from the veil.
Ouch
“Don’t sell yourself short, my lady.” A lazy grin pulls at his full lips. “You threw four daggers at my face.”
Tehehe
“I don’t want to let go,” he admits, his voice rough. “What if this was just a dream?” “Do you dream of me often?” “Every night.”
I shake my head. “I mean every word. I don’t love you, Baylor,” I announce, giving life to a truth that’s been trapped on my tongue for a year. “I never truly did.”
Nowwwwwwww?!?! Bish
“She’s your—” His sentence abruptly cuts off as my eyes flutter open.
Maaaaaateeeeeee
