The Bad Ones

by Stylo Fantome

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

“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?

“It's okay,” he whispered, lifting his head and kissing her on the lips. “Some day you will. 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.”