Blooming.

“I’m here. I had the world in my palm, and I found it wanting. I’m a greedy creature, Priya. I came here for you. There is a flower in my heart, and it grew for you.”

Like, I’m sorry?? You’re straddling her, trying to smother her, she’s bitting your hand, telling you she loves you with her teeth stained with your blood??? And then YOU DOUBLE DOWN WITH:

“I can hurt you. I love to hurt you. Can’t you feel it? All I want is your throat under my hands. One day, I will take great joy in seeing you dead.”

so you will love the world differently for having loved someone else. you will love a certain cereal or pokemon because of your brother. you will hear your favorite band's song playing in a random store and the love of it will make the whole world a little more golden. you will read a poem so many times the words become their own creatures. you will find you cannot listen to certain music without thinking of your favorite show.