Love That Bites, Pain That Stays
Are you willing to let your family die because of you?
My fingernails dug into my hands, already bloodied.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, falling to the floor and turning into blood-stained pearls.
"I hate you, Cyrus!"
In response, I got a kiss that was so fierce I couldn't breathe.
Cyrus growled, "You hate me? What right do you have to hate me?!"
I didn't speak, his kiss making me dizzy and confused.
These days, I was less and less conscious and aware, to the point where I almost forgot how in love we were in the past.