You'll always find your way back home
Its like he's alive when he sees her. And it shouldn't be like that; he shouldn't depend on her so much, yet he does.
She's the only one who can get him to truly smile, even when he needs money the most he still finds himself wanting her. And he knows she's bad for him, just a bad as the drug he gives her. But he can't stop himself. She's too addicting.
Amber Sweet is a hypocrite and a bitch, the biggest one he knows. She's patched herself together so perfectly on the outside. Her ever-changing appearance, the way she carries herself, she oozes confidence and sex appeal. Even if she's addicted to the knife, Amber is perfect.
And he knows this, but no one sees the Amber he does. No one sees the Amber that doubts herself just slightly, or smiles as he says something she finds amusing, no one sees that Amber Sweet is falling to pieces before their very eyes. No one except him, but he promises her that he won't tell a soul. And he does because Amber Sweet means so much more to him than he'll ever lead on.
GraveRobber knows that their relationship shouldn't continue. He knows that he should cut ties with her because she's too dangerous to be around. Yet he can't. Not because the money is too good, or the sex. No, that's not it. GraveRobber can't do it because he needs her, even if he won't admit it.
So he continues to smile at her, and pine for her, and feed her Z and sex. Because somewhere along the line he fell in love and she's ohsovery addicting to let go of. She has power over him that he shouldn't have handed her so willingly. Amber has him in the palm of her hands.
He knows it too, that's the sad part. Because no matter what other whore, druggie, or hoe he distracts himself with, it's back to her every time. Always her. Maybe its because he feels like home when she's around? Or maybe because she really is that one for him, the person he's meant to be with?
But whatever the reason it killskillskills him and he loveslovesloves it.
He hates himself for it, he hates how she is always somewhere in the back of his head, how her smile burns into his very skin, how she has left footprints on his heart that he can't ever change. Because he's suppose to hate her right? After all she's fake, yet ohsovery real, and she lies yet is all to very honest. And he can't help feel like home when Amber's around, because part of him realizes he wont ever get over her. Never ever.
Amber Sweet is the poison under his skin, Amber Sweet is the drug that keeps him hooked, Amber Sweet is the blood that runs in his veins, because in all honesty he couldn't ever get enough of her anyways.
A/N: Dedicated to you. All our late night talks and everything we have been through means so much more than I'll ever lead on. A BIG thanks goes to everyone who took the time to read, please R&R and I will love you forever! I promise you all my love and Zydrate if you review. Thanks again! Much love and Butterbeer!
