You May Have Taken The Planet, But

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

"aren't You Hungry?" He Asked, Distracted. "no." I Didn't Feel Like Mentioning That My Stomach Was Already Full - Of Butterflies.

I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't Let What Was Mine Be Destroyed.

I Want To Stay With You." It Was Easier To Say In The Darkness, Knowing As I Spoke My Voice Would Betray Me, My Hopeless Addiction To Him.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.