red strands fly into the night sky, she screams, but he doesn't stop. he doesn't stop thrusting or fucking, he pushes himself deeper and deeper, she's in pain – but he doesn't care. blood curdling screams, but he can't hear, he's somewhere else entirely. she tries to push him off her, she tries to fight him— but it's happening, it's too late. the clock is ticking, it feels like days, in reality it's mere seconds. she's sobbing, her nails digging into his pale skin; blood starts to trickle down his arms. she begs him to stop, she begs him to let her go— set her free. "wake up." she calls out to him, but he still there in the never ending nightmare. "axel, c'mon wake up." his eyes flutter, sweat beading down his forehead; she can't see it—but he's wearing his guilt. when she looks into his emerald eyes, he has to look away, because he's afraid of what she'll see. when she whispers she loves him, he doesn't think of her; he thinks of the girl with the auburn hair and the beautiful violet eyes, glaring him down. "i hate you," as he takes one long finger and brushes it on her arm. "i hope you die." when she kisses him, he doesn't see the beautiful blonde angel he's been blessed with, he sees another girl. the one that haunts his dreams— with her ruby red lips, she curses at him. "monster, you fucking monster." some nights axel wonders whatever happened to her, but then he remembers and the guilt starts to eat away at him all over again.
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ashes to dust, dust to ash.