The Bad Ones

by Stylo Fantome

To anyone who has ever been frustrated, or anxious, or scared of being different, or uncomfortable in their own skin, or wondered why they couldn't just be normal. I know exactly how you feel.

“There's a difference between being an asshole, and being a monster. One is much better at hiding his character.”

She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him.

I wonder what Dulcie tastes like. I wonder if she'd let me bite hard enough to find out.

So much darkness. Falling in love with this chick would be easy, but surviving each other … that's an entirely different story.

No, we were almost everything.

“We're going to kill each other, aren't we?” she whispered. “Baby ...” he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved to rest his forehead against her. “What a beautiful thing to say.”

They were a match and jar of gasoline. Who wanted to waste time with dating when there were explosions to be had?

“So you stalked me all through high school,” she clarified. “Kind of romantic, isn't it?” “It's creepy as fuck.” “Yeah, exactly – romantic.

Please. Please trust me. Please understand me. Please let me love you in the only way I know how. Please don't let me destroy us.

“Don't be scared,” he said, then he leaned in and kissed a tear away. “Don't ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you're scared, and I'll take away your fears. Tell me when you're hurting, and I'll bleed for you.”

Some day, you'll really love me, and if it's even half as much as I love you, we'll set the world on fire.”

“I love you,” he was fighting for breath. “I love you so goddamn much, I would tear apart this whole world for you.”