Tag: beautiful-writing

Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.

Sometimes I wore smiles but didn’t feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn’t wear them. I didn’t want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.

But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he’d come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.

But that was two years ago. She wasn’t sexy to me anymore. Now she was lethal.