“His fingers slid across her lips, down the slope of her jaw to wrap around her throat, “There is a dark thing in you,” he whispered, “It brings out the monster in me.””

I am the gun, the bullet, and the wound. I will not leave without you knowing, I was here.

“… we recognized immediately that we could so easily annihilate one another with the softest breath, the merest flicker. I could extinguish her, and she could burn me alive.”

“there are fingerprints on the handles of daggers that rest in our dying chests. let’s not sugarcoat the obvious— we did this to each other, you and i.”

“But what if I never get over you? What if I continue to wake up every day of my fucking life and want you so badly that my bones shake so much that they feel like they’re going to break? What if I keep waiting for a call or a text or a sign from God that never comes? What if you were the one, but I wasn’t?”

“I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.””

Neither of us is happy but neither of us wants to leave so we keep breaking one another and calling it love.