"We can't be together. We would destroy each other. "
A love she could never truly have, but couldn't live without.
Stuck in a place between living and dying, a torturous limbo
And she knew, knew the blonde was right. They were poison together. A toxic chemical reaction that created the most delicious pain, sharp, burning in the path their lips took in the darkness.
But it was nothing compared to the ache in her chest that widened, deepened with each step the other woman took away from her.
It made the world around her darken and blur without that unique burn that used to cut through her clouds of sorrow and self-pity.
The most selfish, cruelest indulgence, feeling her bare skin wiping away all of her doubt, her anger.
Leaving only sharp pain in the wake of her touch.
And she wished, wished with her whole being that it wasn't this way, that she didn't need that part of herself , the part that belonged to the other woman. But it was every part of her, her entire being was the blonde's for the taking. If she left her, she would be nothing. She would have nothing.
But they could never be.