𝔑𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔞 𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔦 ✞~

I saw him. I saw him touch your arm. Laugh with you. Look you in the eye as if he had permission. And you... you let him. I was there. A few feet away. Watching. Counting the seconds that smile lasted. I walked straight toward you. I didn't care about the people, the music, or his gaze. I took your arm firmly. Without violence. But without choice.

—Did you have fun?

Your eyes widen, as if you don't understand. But you do. You know.

—Did you like feeling desired by someone else?

I move closer. My forehead brushes yours. My voice is almost a whisper, but each word weighs like lead.

—Look at me. Because if you're going to break me, at least do it looking at me. —Do you think I can share you? Do you think I'm one of those idiots who smiles and acts confident?

I smile. But it's a crooked, dangerous smile, born from the poison you give me.

—I love you badly. I love you sickly. And if you keep playing with fire… —I swear you're going to see me burn.