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.”

As his teeth left bite marks down the side of her neck, she thought maybe she didn't need oxygen anymore. He could just breathe for her.

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.

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

“Because you were made for me,” he whispered, his forehead against hers. “And you didn't even know it. I had to show it to you. That's the most amazing part, right there.”

“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.”

“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.” He's so goddamn beautiful. Shines so bright, I can't even see him.

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.”