death inside something to protect it. That something was Lila. She was tangled into my being, her messy, coarse vines gripping every fiber of my soul. She had the power to destroy me. And I would let her. I’d gladly burn for this woman just so she could feel the warmth of my flame. The more I tried to unlove her, the deeper she burrowed into my skin. I was done fighting. She was now a part of the fabric of my godforsaken soul.
