HOLY SHIT! This came out of nowhere. I wrote this in like twenty minutes. It just flowed out of me, which is great because for about a week and a half I've really been struggling to write something decent. And (at least for now) I like this.

JADE's POV

It shouldn't be so hard. To be nice, or smile, or something. Right? Those are supposed to be normal easy things to accomplish on a daily basis? Then why is it so Goddamn hard with her around? It's like her fingers twist into my skin and she makes me so tense I can't breathe and there isn't any air around us anyways. I think, maybe if I'm mean enough to her; that if I just bite hard enough she'll leave me alone. Maybe she'll retract her claws from my heart and my brain will finally relax.

Let's talk about when she touches me. Sparks lick at my flesh. Flame burns until all that's left is blackened bone. I have the coldest hands, and I'm sure she has the hottest, if we were to touch, to clasp our fingers together would steam rise between us? I don't like to think about it. Because touching leads to kissing; hands lead to lips and tongues and teeth. And I'm pretty sure I'd burn away if she touched me.

I hiss and spit in her direction. She falls back, jumps forward, ducks, and strikes back at me. Her nails cut through my cheek, blood flows freely and I stare numbly as she licks at her fingers. She tastes me and smiles. Her smile haunts my dreams. I can't tell if I want to see it or if it gives me the chills. Probably both. I scream. A giggle bubbles from between her lips and all I want to do is kiss her.

She's twelve feet tall with razor teeth and glass skin. Her tongue flicks from her mouth and slices the tender flesh at my ribs. Up, and up, and up. Climbing higher and higher until teeth are at my neck and she's sinking them in my pressure point. I'm screaming, whether from pleasure or pain my foggy mind can't point in the right direction. I must be shredding the skin of her back to ribbons but she doesn't make a sound.

She's like that, you know. She doesn't show her pain. She can hide it beneath the surface. I see it though, shimmering, just out of reach. Maybe I can scratch it out of her. Let it all spill over her, pour out of her body. Maybe I can make it all better. Probably not. But that doesn't stop me from making her bleed.

She doesn't stay after she's done. She's taken what she needed and I'm not even here anymore. I was right. I was burned, smoke and ash blew away in the wind and I don't exist. I float somewhere between here and now and then and there. I hurt, but in a way that is possibly the greatest way to hurt ever.

Her smile still cuts me. Taunts me. Her fingers still trace scars that she placed upon my fragile skin. She's as gentle as a rose with thorns. I can't help but crave her touch. I can't help but want the pain that she gives. I think maybe if you can call anything love, this would be it.

I don't know how it escalated from hating to loving or maybe it was always there. She's fire and I'm ice and we shouldn't belong together, but somehow we are all that we have ever needed. I bite and she takes it, she cuts and I grin. We are so deliriously wrong that we just happen to be right.

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