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October 8 - October 12, 2020
She may look pure, but there’s dirt on her soul—a skeleton handcuffed to her wrist, forced to drag it around for as long as she can remember.
“Sometimes, regret’s the only emotion worth a damn.”
Even though this party is casual, he stands there in a three-piece suit—all black, the way I imagine his soul. The top buttons of his undershirt are undone, revealing a light swatch of dark hair. My mouth dries up at the sight.
He uncurls my hand and takes the cigarette, fitting it between his lips. They’re dark pink and pillowy, the bottom curving over a slight cleft in his stubbly chin that I want to push my tongue into.
“Women have been lining up on my doorstep since word got around about my massive cock.”
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous. I cannot wait to destroy you.”
Parents have that ability; they create you, and in return, you spend your whole life craving their approval, even if they don’t deserve it. Especially then.
I have a feeling she might be worth it.
I want him to unleash the beast I feel percolating beneath the surface of his skin, hiding out in his veins.
“I don’t think my pain is the kind you’ll recover from.”
want to break her—own her. Erase the darkness inked on her soul. Use her innocence for myself; harvest it so she lives on in my bones. And I won’t stop until she’s given me everything.
Elia’s touch melts me, a soft flame incinerating my entire body the second we connect.
I’m not some broken little girl in need of fixing. Those men didn’t break me. I don’t need to be saved.”
“You don’t have to ask, mio amore. At this point, I’d do anything for you. Spoken, unspoken, I don’t care. I want all of the responsibility.”
“Because you’re worth it.”
She’s a balm to the chapped, burnt spots on my soul. Not the solution. Not the fix. But the provision of just enough relief that I feel like I can get through life.
