Nightwolf

by Karina Halle

Remember that loss and love go hand in hand,

Even after pleasuring myself four times last night, I’m still wound up tighter than a nun’s asshole.

(let me tell you, vampire cum tastes a hell of a lot better than your average jizz).

There’s something about the possibility of death, of losing the person you love most, that makes you realize how truly alone we are, not just in our lives, but in the world, in the universe.

She brought the world light. I brought the world death. Together, we were moonlight and shadows.

I know the pain of heartbreak isn’t the same as the pain over death. I know that now, but fuck, they are similar. They both bring grief. They both make you question everything you’ve ever known. They both slice you up from the inside out.

It is one of life’s true constants. That we live and we die. And if we’re lucky, somewhere in the middle of it, we love.”