Escape The Light

by A.R. Thomas

The shadows never felt safe, so maybe the light is what I need to protect myself.

With every project that ends, every job I complete, I desperately search for a new vice; another way to keep me busy, keep moving.

I seem to be unaffected by the male race—maybe because I know just how cruel and inhumane they can be.

“Bad choices come with bad consequences,” he tells me with a shrug. “Well then, I feel it’s appropriate to tell you having to suffer your company these past ten minutes has been a consequence I don't wish to repeat.”

He is a dark delight.

Callan screams illegal, and I just scream when I’m with him.

I’m in love with him. I love his harshness. I love the small amount of kindness he only shares with me when we are alone. I love how peaceful I feel in his presence and that my jaw aches from smiling.

I refuse to put others in harm’s way to save myself—not when I don’t have anything worth saving or someone to save it for, and I’m okay with that,”

It is the longest I have gone without feeling crippling fear. It’s a small luxury he has given me without even knowing he has done so.

I’ve been a stupid, stupid woman. He was never going to love someone like me.

“You, my girl, are everything I never expected and exactly what I fucking wished for.”

“Those without intention usually cause the most damage,”

“You gave me light when I had none, do you know that? I was barely functioning before you. You breathed that back into me, and I am so fucking grateful.”

“Angel, it’s you, from morning until night, it’s you.”

No matter how tarnished or polished I am, without you, I’m worthless,

I thank you for bringing me back from merely existing. For loving me in my darkness,”

We are one and the same. Tortured. Broken by the cruelty of others and by our own mistakes. Broken enough to no longer want to fix it with those cracked pieces, but to replace it with the fallen shards of each other.

I want to fuse her broken parts to me and heal them before I return them to her and watch her flourish.

It would go to ruins, but now it can become a home.