open my mouth to speak, but he brushes past me. “I know what you want…but it will never fucking happen.“ “I don’t want a damn thing from you, asshole,” I hiss before the door slams shut. But even as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a lie. Because buried deep down…beyond all the hurt and pain. Beyond all the lies I’ve convinced myself are the truth and all the truths I’ve forced myself to believe are lies… I want to know why something inside me comes alive whenever he’s near. I want to know what makes him tick and what makes him so evil. I wanted a battle…but he gave me a war.
