Page 52 of Propriety
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Each night she fell asleep clinging to his shirt, to the last piece she had of him. She knew one day his scent would no longer linger on the threadbare fabric.
Maybe that would be the day she disappeared, too.
No one made it back from the Grail quest alive.
She didn’t think about him. Pushed him as far from her thoughts as possible.
I love you.
He was dead. He had to be. It was easier that way.
But… she couldn’t think of that either.
She didn’t cry, not anymore.
There were no more tears left for her to cry.
She was a shell of the person she used to be. He had brought her to life, dug her out of her coffin and breathed soul into her.
An icy dread coiled in her gut, a self-loathing that could almostparalyze her.
She fell in love with him.
She let him touch her.
She let him open her world.
She let him love her.
I love you.
And again she was buried, and it was worse now.
Because she had tasted freedom.
She had felt love.
She had been held.
Revered.
Worshipped.
Adored.
If he had never cracked her open, she wouldn’t feel this way.
I love you.
She threw up again.
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