Lauren Biel

“I didn’t kill everyone standing between me and you to hear my name. I came for a yes. I came for you. All of you.”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking! It’s suicide to⁠—”

“Then I’m suicidal, Isabella. I don’t want to leave here without you.”

“Don’t, Ophelia. I can’t let you go because I’ll lose the parts of me I found inside you.”

say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but fuck that saying. Whoever came up with it didn’t know the true meaning behind it. They didn’t grasp the agonizing ache that came with loss.

. I wanted her. God, I fucking wanted her,

“No, O. You’re mine, you will always be mine, and I need to claim your perfect pussy. I need to claim you outside of that house because you are my home now.”

Somehow, she’d found freedom within captivity, but I found mine within her.

When my mother died that day, a part of me went with her. The part that still shined with some glimmer of happiness tucked inside that terrible darkness.

I smack the passenger window as he slams on the gas and throws a thick spray of rainwater into my face.

I won’t allow him to take me home again, even if he smiles and asks nicely

I type her first name and our city into the search bar, but I only get articles about how the trees do in our climate