She smiled sheepishly.
"Don't make me fall in love with you."
He asked why.
She smirked.
"Because I will make you want me too. So bad, too bad. I will bring you to every corner of my world that you can never go back without tasting my blood on your lips. I will make you want me that you'll die. I will destroy you in every way possible. I will destroy every piece of you and make them a piece of me. You wouldn't want to leave me. And when I leave you, you'll realize why storms are named after people."
He smiled bitterly.
"It's a risk I'm willing to take. If that will be the cost of wanting you, then so be it. I would love to remember the taste of your lips in every part of the world. I would want you, but not die. Because me wanting you is the start of me living life. Yes, destroy me and make me a part of you. I would gladly break myself for you for the pieces will be with you. Yes, leave me, I'm okay with it. But I'll make sure that every time you leave, you'll come back, because you know that you took a part of me. And when that time comes, you'll realize why Pandora regretted opening the box."
No comments:
Post a Comment