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they take what they want and leave you to pick up the shattered pieces.
Whatever it is about her, it demands my attention like a goddamn moth to flame.
Blair and I are oil and fucking water doused in kerosine and lit in hellfire.
She’s in my bloodstream and she’s not going anywhere unless I do something about it. I don’t want to go to my depressing empty house in the mountains, and I’m not leaving her alone right now. Forget snooping for Blair’s secrets. I’m going to get my girl.
The problem isn’t that Blair hates me. It’s that I no longer fully hate her. It’s seeped away, overcome by the growing obsession with the way she makes me feel alive when I’m around her. The only thing I care about is having her.
“Listen, there’s been something I’ve wanted to say.” I tug on my ear as Blair tosses popcorn in the air, aiming to catch it in her open mouth. Heat shoots into my groin. “Blair.” “Yeah?” “I want to—I’ve been—” This is ridiculous. My tongue refuses to cooperate with my brain. Why is this so hard? “The way I’ve treated you…” Blair’s eyebrows hike up. “Dude. Get it together. This is weird to witness. It’s ruining my image of Mr. Control Freak.” I huff out a laugh. Tell me about it. “I shouldn’t have,” I wave my hand, “been such a shit to you. The things I’ve said about you, I mean.” Blair stares
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She’s in my head, my dreams, my fucking veins.
She’s a perfect match to the monster inside me.
“You’re mine, angel. Be mine.”
“I’d chase you anywhere, Blair. I don’t exist without you.”
“Now that I’m out of the slammer, I’m like a new woman. I’m thinking about writing a memoir on the lessons prison taught me.”
“You’re my shooting star. My wishes come true when I’m with you.” He turns his face, grazing his mouth over my neck. “My heart belongs to you.”
We’ve always matched. Our bruised hearts are intertwined and mending, tender and in need of the kind of love we give each other. We fit together, two broken shards showing off our damage by fusing together like my favorite Japanese art tradition, a delicate gold glue binding our hearts as one. Fused together, we make a more beautiful work of art with proof of everything we’ve been through.
