He was a drug, her drug, her angel, and she loved him.
Not that it mattered.
He broke her heart. Slit it piece by piece until it shriveled into smoke. He knew what he was doing, she was sure of it. All she had to do was think, love, and look.
She curled into the mattress, biting her lip till she drew blood. There was no thought that tore the thick, black barrier of him. Only him; his smile, his laugh, his smirk. She was his.
But he wasn't hers. Trapped in his own ambition, his own greed. She couldn't deny it. Couldn't pretend she lived in a fairytale.
Because every time she did, she saw his eyes.
Jack's eyes.
The ones that haunted her dreams at night.
Hi! Oh... thinking about making this a story, a short story, but a story none the less... (:
This was in Kim's point of view, if you're wondering.
I know it's kinda confusing, but I hope you got the gist. (:
CTHR