liar.

wind gets more violent - biting at my skin - making my steps hurried for warmth - my mind on my library but i run into you instead.

i hate you.

are you busy?

letting out a breath feels like sand paper and i keep walking - you falling into step next to me - the sharp click of your shoes against stone hurts my ears.

everything feels so sensitive around you.

is trial two of killing yourself tonight?

you tut - you seem upset.

i watched you die.

yet here i am, you gesture to yourself with one hand. you're too casual about this - you concern me.

i glare and keep walking.

diana, don't whisper my name like that - it's rude. your web sticks to me, spinning me around - you're so close and coffee is still on your tongue.

bruised crescents rest beneath your eyes - you still look tired - worn - i can't watch you go through that again.

for the first time in my life i wished i believed in god.

i know of no other power that would be capable of saving you. then again - i don't think god would waste his time with you. one look upon your dark head and the sins would be branded - to hell you'd go. no trial no choice - you were damned the moment you breathed.

i used to fear god - but may i remind you fear isn't love - why believe in something with no grace or security?

if he does exist - he's in the wrong chair.

no wonder clouds cry - hell infiltrated the gates long ago.

my mouth goes warm - metallic - your thumb tugs my lip - crimson paint dripping from the digit and you sigh as if i'm the one dying.

what's wrong? your voice is gentle - i can't breathe.

you make me feel stuck.

i'm not surprised you don't understand. you never will. tom riddle liked breaking things - you liked breaking girls.

i see the way olive has wilted in on herself over the years.

i've witnessed the downfall of eleanor rosier - sobbing - clutching at her flesh - tearing - bent on the floor in the girls bathroom.

all your fault.

you're going to make me shatter - the part of myself that longs for it makes me feel disgusted.

i hate you.

one night in the library and you made me yours. ripping me away from my books and the moon.

some might say - already? so soon? - isn't that the whole point?

falling is harsh for a reason - you've already hit the floor before realizing what's happened.

trailing from the blood to my neck you soothe and pull in - my hands press to your chest - enveloping.

you may read my mind but i promise you don't know what i feel.

if you did you'd drop dead - permanently this time.

have dinner with me. your voice contorts in a dark lullaby.

i hate you.

i hate that i don't say no.

i hate that i get myself dressed - picking the best fabric - what would you like? - i hate that i get frustrated over my hair - that i try hard on my make up - i hate the excitement ripping through me - i hate that i get breathless when i see you waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

i wish i believed in god.

i hate the butterflies i get when your hand holds mine - tar crawls into my brain - dripping slowly down my spinal cord- frying and sticking and ruining my nerves - the world ends for a moment - i blink and we're at a nice restaurant.

warm lights and soft touches - i can't taste the food - i hate that i smile at your poorly attempted jokes - i hate that i want to believe this is real.

i hate everything about you.

from your raven hair - starless eyes - gleaming teeth - and blood stained lips. i hate how you make me feel endless and miserable all at once.

i hate you.

what do want from me?

after this is over - if you succeed - if you don't - what are you going to do with me? obliviate me?

kill me?

why do they feel the same?

i'm nothing to you - mud makes my blood thick - it's hard for me to move - i hate you.

you've sucked me into your black hole - leeching everything - life - you never go gentle. you take without thought. no mercy in your eyes as you lead me down the empty streets.

cobblestones glint like warning sings - turn around - they say in the clicks of my heels. but your presence drowns them out.

i hate that i don't want this night to end.

i wish you died.

you grin at me, thumb running over my knuckles - no you don't.

i wish i believed in god.

your hand snakes out, wrapping around my throat and coiling - tighter and pulsing and i can't breathe - i love it.

i hate you.

your eyes are void but heavy as you pull me in by the neck - prove it to me then.

my toes are barely scraping the floor, gravity trying to yank me back down but you resist it - you resist all things nature tries to push.

my eyes water - yours darken. watching in fascination as the blood vessels start to swell crimson in the off white of them.

lips part in a futile gasp for air - nothing goes in, my lungs are screaming but the act looks wanting - desperate.

for oxygen or for you, i wasn't sure.

you kiss me nonetheless.

your hand loosens and you breathe into me - hot - alive - my lungs grasp at it and shove it down.

swirling - biting - aching - i fall into you and i keep falling so i dig at your clothes and your shoulders with my nails to anchor myself.

your own slides into my hair, pulling and it hurts and i love it.

you're not gentle - i wasn't expecting you to be. i don't want you to.

i've had enough of the mundane - ruin me.

please.

i forget that you can hear me and your hands slide down to the backs of my thighs - squeezing and tearing at the soft flesh as you lift.

stone digs into my back - tearing and stinging - you push me harder into the wall.

hot licks of flame trail from my mouth and lower - i'm melting against you like wax - your heat is unrelenting and it refuses to give me a moment to think.

to grasp at what was happening.

my throat bends as you preen - bite - suck and soothe - more pain as you pull on my hair.

i blink - dazed - hovering four feet off the ground yet i feel if you drop me i'll shatter regardless.

i want you to prove it to me, your voice is gravel, churning and scraping my ears.

the pale spider of your hand crawls to my neck again - teasing either death or arousal. tightly spinning it's poison and i gasp and you grow darker - moment by moment becoming a phantom.

prove that you hate me.

my own fingers twine in your hair - yanking hard - bringing you closer so you can cut deeper - you hiss at the feeling but grin into me.

digging - tearing - red stains your white shirt - you don't seem to mind.

it's only fair seeing as you've torn my tights.

rising - aching - moaning into you - i bite and you shiver - i cherish in bringing such reactions out from the cracks.

you're human after all.

i want to bleed you dry.

my dress slides up as the remaining cloth goes down - not enough for you - ripped thread wilts to the floor like the many petals i'm about to lose.

i'm scared - terror running through me and my blood can't keep up - i can't breathe.

it's rather exciting.

i know i said violence isn't love - i also said they get muddled.

choking - longing - diana - my name a new language on your tongue with the way you said it.

you lower and the whispers between my hips root me - digging - curling - my nails sink into your scalp.

my back bends - bones scraping against each other - thomas - for once i can tell you liked the sound of your name.

reaching - blowing - swirling - ecstasy paints my vision white - thomas - you don't stop.

your fingers leave stains of black and blue on my hips as they go up and down up and down - invading and i'm overwhelmed.

i cry out, holding onto you - tugging and it hurts - merlin it hurts and i love it and you go harder.

my back hits the wall again and again, the rock chipping away at me until i'm nothing but dust in your hands.

the pain swirls with pleasure and i can't tell anymore but the world is upending - all i see is you and the darkness and your wild hair that tickles my flaming cheeks.

harder - faster - diana, a moan on your lips and i wanted to bottle the sound and keep it forever.

racing - beating - my heart was clawing up my throat and i was choking again - your hand always there - the pulse spurring you on further - harder - deeper -

please, i splutter out.

i've never seen you so unbound.

my mascara is running in streaks of charcoal and you love the sight of it. loved watching as my eyes pool and spill over.

you liked it when i cried.

aggression poured out of you - the viciousness tearing me apart wherever you laid your touch - i love it.

the world sparks and i'm screaming and you say my name again in a choked groan and warmness pools within me and dribbles down my thighs like gasoline.

as i look at you - wild hair and red cheeks - i know you hold the lit match.

it won't matter what i do - if you wanted you could drop it then and there.

be careful thomas, you'll catch on fire too.