𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 What have I done? Why did I choose him? Him. The one I hated, loathed, and wished every pain imaginable upon. I've stabbed him before, haven't I? It wasn't hard. It's never hard. So why can't I do it now? Why can't I just slit his throat and end this? But now... the blade shakes in my hand. All it would take is one quick movement-just one. I've done this so many times, taken so many lives without hesitation. So why him? Why does the thought of his blood on my hands feel like the end of me instead? Why can't I do it? Why does this time feel so different? So wrong? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 I know what I've done. Enough for her to loath me, to wish me dead a thousand times over. I shouldn't even be near her. But tell me-what's one more sin when I already belong to the dark? I want her. To own her. To break past the loathing in her eyes and make her mine, even if we were never meant to be. Lies coil around us, tight and suffocating, a trap waiting to snap. And when it does... we'll both bleed for it. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘴? 𝘛𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘈 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵.