Viscious
The one I craved.
My mind drifts back to Alina's tiny broken foot and I sigh. I never wanted to be like this. Growing up I had sworn I'd be normal, that I'd give this up and become the person I wished I could be. The desire to hurt is addictive, an instant hugh once the damage is done, and I can't seem to conquer my addiction. Despite how valiantly I had tried in the past. In my dream world, I'd have met Alina in some coffee shop. We'd have hit it off instantly and started to date. We'd be a real couple. This is not real. She doesn't love me. We'd have kids running around in a few years, I'd work a more respectable job, and she wouldn't have a mental lapse or panic under my touch. We've neve
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