“Who are you?” she whispered through full lips that turned down slightly at the corners, not in a frown but a perpetual pout. “I am whoever you want me to be.” Her slave. Her puppet. Her prince. All she had to do was say the word and I could become the thing she wanted most. Her eyes narrowed. “The only thing I want you to be is gone.” I could do that too. A flick of my wrist and I could be all the way across the feckin’ country. I would’ve. I should’ve. Only the hollowness echoed for me to stay. “I was here first.” And since I was here and she was here, we may as well be here together.
