Romans & histoires I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive

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Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world. "Pain and tears, will bring the fire, Awaken the soul of the spring, Killing the lier." I recited the verse in my mind. Mom couldn't finish her breakfast that day as well. She started to feel unwell so I helped her to lay down. "Hey, dumpling," dad called me in a low voice, "wanna come here for a bit? " he asked. We sat on the sofa. It was that moment. I knew that dad loved her so much and he used to blame himself for mom's condition.

I wanted to stop but whoever is the brain wouldn’t. “Go ahead, kill her!” I heard a voice scream around me,I turned to see who it was but I saw pitch Black. ‘Am I back in that place??’ I thought. My head began to spine and I lost my footing and let go of my captive. I laid on the ground conscious but paralyzed,my eyes were fixed on the pitch black sky,my flames had gone down. My emotions were still wild as I thought of my mothers words. “You brought this on yourself…”

We have nothing to discuss yet he won’t stop calling me. His behaviour is starting to feel very obsessive.

"Even if it takes forever. Even if you die. I'll haunt you. I'll chase your soul to the edge of every lifetime. I'll never stop. Never get tired. You belong to me—again and again, in every world we meet." Then I shut the door quietly behind me, the echo of obsession following like a shadow. I remember her smile again, losing my mind drinking this rum around my hands. Melisa, why do you make things so difficult?

He was so obsessed with me, and was so desperate for me, that he would go to any lengths. He had gone through all this trouble, and had killed his own men, just so he could have his way. He was the definition of obsessed. And, I knew once an obsession had taken hold, there was no stopping it. He was not going to stop until he had me. Until he had my body and soul. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. Was I really back to square one? Back to where it had all started. Was I ever going to get away? Was I ever going to have a life outside of Viktor?

a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.” For a long moment James looked at the person I had been, and something moved through his expression that was genuine and painful and completely insufficient for what had been done. “I don’t mind,” he said finally, “if it’s an obsession.” The me-who-wasn’t-me went very still.

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

It was completely dark, and I couldn’t see anything, but I can pick out that annoying voice anywhere. “Dante?”