It is not in my nature to beg.
Yet I can't stop myself from calling Tyler and pleading with him to come home. I stopped caring in what condition I will find him in; I just want him here, right here in this town with me.
I can't be alone anymore. Left to my own devices I don't know what I will do. There are too many flickering options, too many offerings of fool's gold. I try to resist, acting abrasive and nonchalant. Acting unfazed and underwhelmed.
But for the life of me, I can't stop my cheeks from flushing and my lips from curling into a smile. I don't know what do to with my hands, my mouth.
Klaus.
Goddamn that man, that weapon of mass destruction. He's ruined so many lives and yet…
The way he looks at me…the way he says my name…the way he promises beauty.
He's offering me the poison apple and I actually find myself reaching for it.
I crave just
One.
Small.
Bite.