I waited for her to interrupt.
Cut this malignant uncertainty out.
She wasn't even looking at me, engrossed in the fibers of her pulverized bedding.
My actions had eviscerated her. Left her damaged, broken and bleeding.
Selfishly ripped away her choice, cast her opinions aside.
I hadn't been possessed by a demon.
I had invented him.
As desperately as I wanted her back, I had repeatedly acknowledged to myself that I didn't deserve her. That went without saying.
Still, admitting it to her face, speaking the words aloud, was so fucking hard.
But I had to try.
A/N
I'm dumping these because my weekend just got very busy.
I assume this'll be done by the 19th but if it's not, there'll be another dump then as well because my son is having surgery.
See y'all @ noon on Monday~