The reminder of who she is, and how she hides, should be enough to make me abandon the plan, but the rush of pure satisfaction I get from just being in the same room as her, keeps me rooted to my spot. I stand there, staring, aching, desperately fighting against the need that’s tunneled itself into my bones. All of me begging, pleading, for her while the world around me continues to spin.
I about died with the pining omg
