Consumption and betrayal. Skepticism and blind devotion. Rivalry and submission. Terror and longing. Pain and unfamiliarity.
And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—
I could see your scheme twitching in every muscle. I understand you too well for there to be secrets between us. We're the same creatures at our core, spite runs through our very marrow.
but the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. they do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. this, i say. this and this. the way his hair looked in summer sun.