“Like half of something, but no longer trapped in freedom.” Keiran pulled back, his skeletal eyes boring into mine. “Not trapped anymore?” I shook my head, declaring whatever fucked up feeling I felt for him in the only way I knew how. “You’re mine now. Shackled to me with no freedom.” “I belong to nothing,” Keiran echoed; I was nothing—the whole of nothing. “And nothing lives inside me.” When his crazed, wide smile split the paint around his lips and cheeks, I matched it. I hadn’t smiled in so long that it felt unnatural, but unnatural was my favourite feeling now.
