Destroy Me

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.
And I’ve fallen.
So hard.
I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it.

Because I want her.

Now.

Here.

Everywhere.

I want nothing between us.

I want her clothes off and the lights on and I want to study her. I want to unzip her out of this dress and take my time with every inch of her. I can’t help my need to just stare; to know her and her features: the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the line of her jaw. I want to run my fingertips across the soft skin of her neck and trace it all the way down. I want to feel the weight of her pressed against me, wrapped around me.

This girl is destroying me.

and the thought of her in pain is causing me an unbearable amount of agony.

Empathy is not an emotion I’ve ever known, but now it’s drowning me, pulling me into a world I never knew I could enter.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

We manipulate the technology to create environments and experiences that exist entirely in the human mind. Not only are we able to create the framework, but we can also control minute details. Sounds, smells, false confidence, paranoia.

Sometimes I’m just so tired of this life.