Kiss me 2.1
They contain me, hold me back, trap me.
And deep inside, something gives way. Again.
Always.
She strokes my neck. And for a second, I have the illusion that she loves me.
But Jade doesn't love anyone. She captures, she devours, she imprints.
And when she leaves, she leaves behind a void… that's alive.
— You could hate me, you know, she breathes against my temple.
— That would be simpler.
— Do you think Clara still loves you?
I have no answer. Or maybe I refuse to voice it.