Master Of Desires
Building something on top of ruins is never the right thing to do.
We were both falling apart with the problems of our lives, and we sought comfort in the other. That was our mistake. The beginning of a story that had its end before its script was ready. He was right, but I was wrong. And loving him was like being in front of a kaleidoscope, sometimes mesmerizing, sometimes frightening. I would never end with a happy ending. Not as long as the beginning was tragic.
And I knew that when, once again, his face was the last thing I allowed myself to remember before the blood ran away from my body and the forces were stolen from me. Before I broke, from the spine, to the chest, both shattered by
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