This one-shot was inspired by Brown Eyed Girls' song 'Addiction' (Or poison not sure on the proper name). I hope you enjoy-JasZ
She loves him that much is true. But she's locked away like a toy that no one wants to play with. They only play with her when then need something. That only hurts her more. It's driving her mad.
She's grateful that she loves someone as brilliant as Marcel. Maybe that's a good reason to stay away. With the love she feels towards him; she hates him for upsetting and letting her down so many times. That could be called love, right? But it's getting to be too much.
Time passes rather dreadfully all thanks to his obsession to regaining what was taken from him. His precious city that belongs to her family. That causes a strain on their so called relationship. Once again she tried to clear her life of all traces of him. Of course, to fail miserably. Is she that weak minded?
Always doing what he wants. Trying to seal what there is… a puppet of sorts… could it get any worse? How could she of allowed him to have so much power of her?
As the words that spill from his lips lose their meaning. The 'I want yous' are selfish words that drive her mad. The 'I love yous' Hollow words that drive a dragger into her heart. The 'I need yous' are broken promises that always greet her like a backhand.
To be honest, she doesn't need him or his love. it's not like he loved her with the same dying passion. Cared enough for her…to risk it all. She's going insane just thinking this over and over again.
She wants him out but her heart will allow him back in. constantly she yells at her heart to stop it. Only to end up crying for him to come back; going over the same cycle once again. Waking up next to him; feeling used and abused.
Breaking free would allow her to meet someone…Anyone to distract her. Doesn't he know it hurts her to see him off living his life as if she never entered? Doesn't he know how long it took her to move one the first time?
Oh no, just because she smiles at him and allows embraces to be exchanged…he doesn't. He flies and returns whenever he wants. She's accepted the routine… that's how messed up she truly is. How lost and wounded she's become. A toy to whine up; whenever he wants.
She tells herself that she doesn't need his kisses or embraces. To pass him up and allow the feelings to die. If she can't convince herself to walk away… How will he? She's become addicted to emotions he unleashes in her. A strange addiction to the hold she wishes to let go. It's a poison; that is slowly killing her inside out.
There you have it. I hope you enjoyed. Once again.. thanks for all the love. -JasZ