D r i f t . . .
She’s walking across a branch above my head while blue flowers rain. She looks down, and my world tunnels as she smiles.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s all for me.
D r i f t . . .
I’m inside her, and I never want to leave.
She runs her hands across my shoulders and kisses me like I’m fragile. Like she’s not scared of me.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like a monster.
This is all that matters. Us.
The world can fuck itself.
Fate will never find her.
D r i f t . . .
My beast pops the man’s skull between his teeth, brains spattering the back of his throat.
He’s certain that if he wears the blood of her enemies, she will see how much he loves her.
That she will accept him.
I wish it were that easy.
D r i f t . . .
She’s falling, and we’re powerless. There’s no balance in this moment.
There’s only pain.
D r i f t . . .
Agasp cuts into me, flushing my lungs with the smell of leather and a crisp winter morning.
Him.
His essence is alive in the warm air that’s cradling me, in his scent infusing me with every breath. He’s in mychest—like he slipped his fingers between my ribs and tilled a void deep in the matter of my soul, filled it with a black, velvety seed that’s curled its robust roots around the delicate bones.
It feels sorightinside me, like a missing piece sown into place, thumping with its own steady heartbeat … strong and mighty.
Anchoringme.
Is this a dream, too?
Confusion powers my heart into a thundering roar.
I open my eyes and look around.
Black sheets tucked over me like a shield.
Clean, black, untorn shirt that swims on me.
Black walls.
