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“Sorry, sugar, but I’m a special service. Only available for those who know how to eat me properly.”
Nothing is permanent. Things are always under my control, and I can choose to do things however I want. That’s all anything is, really. A choice.
“I don’t enjoy kissing. It’s never been my thing.” My stomach jumps into my throat, my knuckles tight from where I’m gripping the counter. “But I swear to God, I’d let the world burn if it meant I could taste your lips.”
“My point is, little bird, I understand hiding your past beneath the surface—under pretty colors and inked up skin.”
“Now that I’ve had you. Now that I’ve tasted you, no one else gets to touch you.” He slips his tongue in my mouth, branding me with ownership. I shouldn’t like the way it feels. But I do. “You’re mine.”
I’m... fucking lost in everything that she is. Praying to a God I don’t believe in that somehow I’ll get to keep her.
“My mind’s fucked up.”
“So is mine.”
Alex kisses me like he’s reaching inside my chest and stealing my breath for his own. Like he’d let the world burn, if only I’d ask him for the ashes.
“Being with you is what I like. However you need. However you want. Getting you off gets me off. Feeling you... learning all the different parts of you—”
“It’s a fucking gift. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
I’m broken. And I’m fucking disturbed. But Alex sees those pieces, and nurtures them like they’re worthy. Like they’re his. And while I know I’ll never be whole again, for the first time, I wonder if it’s possible to fall in love with jagged edges.
“I figured out at a young age that when you pretend like nothing is wrong, people believe you.” “Act weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.”
“Eyes on me, baby,”
“It’s just you and me, yeah? I need you to stay with me.”
I will never find another love like Lily. She’s my person. My little bird. And I’ll do everything I can to help her find her song.
That’s the thing about narcissists, they’re always so caught up in themselves, they don’t see anyone else for what they truly are.
And happiness is a funny thing. When one person has it, it spreads like ivy, winding its way around everyone else; if only they let it grow. And this moment right here, is happiness.
