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“If you don’t want me to fuck you right here, stop me now. Otherwise, I’m going to shove my cock into this wet fucking cunt and fuck you until your cum is dripping down your thighs.”
She’s heaven and she’s hell. She’s my reward and my punishment. She’ll ruin me again. I know it.
“You need to demonize me to fit your narrative, fine,”
“You want to make me the villain in your story, so you feel better? To justify running off to Paris and saying fuck you to your family? Okay. But don’t ever say I didn’t care about you. You’re the only thing I have ever cared about.”
“You don’t want fine, Lennon. You want madness. You want fire. Anything less is a waste of time.”
“Unforgiving. Difficult to master. You don’t want easy. You don’t want to erase your mistakes. You want to build on them and transform them into something beautiful. You’ve never wanted fine, Lennon. You want watercolors.”
I’m always going to be an addict, and she’s always going to be my greatest temptation. The only addiction worth ruining myself for.
“I’m an addict, Astraea. I don’t know how to do anything small. I feel intensely. I want intensely. I crave intensely. For me, if it’s not a healthy obsession, it’s not love.”
My left side wasn’t unlucky. It was just waiting for Lennon. She heals my hurts. She strengthens me. I’m so stupidly in love with her.
“This life. The next life. Every life after that. I will love you in all of them, Lennon Capri. It doesn’t matter who you become or how you change. My soul will always belong to yours.”
