Hawke

by Jescie Hall

“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,” he whispers against my lips.

“He hurt you?! He fucking touched you?!”

“You, my love, are the only habit worth being addicted to.”

“I’ll never lose you in the madness.”

“You’re the kind of guy devils tell angels to go talk to to get them to fall, not knowing you’re the type to save them from the depths of Hell they’ve surrendered themselves to.”