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He hit me like a bolt of lightning on a warm summer night. Out of the blue. One time was all it took. I'd fallen and I was in deep.
Secret meetings in hidden hallways are all he has to offer. I accept willingly, my need for his embrace goes beyond common sense, beyond reason, beyond physical or emotional attraction. I need him. This need burns every fibre of my being. It feels like there's a monster inside me, gnawing at me. Once it's sated, it lets me free. But it's never full for long. This constant craving drives me to my knees.
We've always had a connection. In the beginning I saw it as natural competitiveness. Opposing teams. Opposing sides. Darkness and light. Snakes and Lions. We were never meant to be. Our names aren't written in the stars and though I know that the only way this could end is through pain and suffering, I can't stop myself.
I thought the Lion was the strong one. The Hunter. I was wrong. He hunts me constantly, pulling me into empty rooms before devouring me. Sometimes not a word is passed between us. But in those moments, when we are alone, I see everything he is. Everything I am. In my euphoria, I am a queen. Then he leaves and I am empty once more.
The walls are closing in and I don't want to escape. What frightens me is that I don't even care, as long as I get him once more. Just one more time will be enough.
I see him sitting across the classroom, quill between his teeth, and I know what he's thinking. I know he can't breathe without me either. I know he's counting the moments till the classroom empties out.
The room is dismissed. I pack my things slowly, waving goodbye to my friends. I feel him coming towards me before I see him and, all too easily, I give in. I am a Queen and he is my King.
This is wrong. I know I can't keep doing it. I know I have to end this.
Just one more time and I'll stop.
One more.