W. Winters

“You. Are. Mine. Aria.”

All of her. Every piece of her is mine and she knows it.

Mine.

The loss is something we have to go through together and maybe we’ll have moments where we feel alone, because we were wishing those moments were with the little life we never got to hold

He is my home. He is my person. Beside him is where I belong, and I’ll do whatever it takes to stay there. Every sacrifice it demands, I’ll make.

“Past is a nice place to visit, but certainly not a good place to stay.”

Say you’re sorry.

As if the words mean something.

Say you won’t do it again.

And pretend like you mean it.

You know you hurt me.

But that’s what you wanted.

And you’ll do it again …

And that’s fine.

Because it’s what I’m after

My family may have sheltered her.

I killed for her.

My name. She’s gasping my name. She’ll scream it too.

Hearing that hauntingly sweet voice say my name as if it’s the only word meant to fall from her lips is everything I’ve ever wanted. Fucking music to my ears.

He might have been her first, but I’ll ruin her.

I’ll make her mine and make her forget about any other man who’s touched her.