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look at what she made you

it had never been the red of fate that died those ribbons, sitting pretty on the wrists you offer up to a monster. it was only ever blood; she leaded it from you with a smile so pretty it hurt more más...

it had never been the red of fate that died those ribbons, sitting pretty on the wrists you offer up to a monster.

it was only ever blood; she leaded it from you with a smile so pretty it hurt more than the blades digging into your flesh.

(and you thanked her as if there was freedom in being bound, eating her lies like junk food.)

-

“I’m not- it wasn’t despair, it was love,” he begged them to understand, “I love- I love her.”

she giggled, caressing his face, hugging it to her as her legs swung from her place atop his podium, and he tried not to flinch. “are you still lying to yourself, darling?”

her nails racked down his cheek, as he stilled, dragging in a threat.

“we both know loving me has always been your despair.”

-

her eyes pierced, “I never loved you.”

“you- you’re lying.” he laughed as tears cascaded helplessly, “you just want me to despair,” a smile so weak and sickly crawled up, like a bug, disgusting, just waiting to be squished, “and despair is how you say ‘I love you,’ right?”

she stared at him, blank, before her lips curled, eyes cruelly fond, as her foot stomped downwards, a swift and precise motion.

“you caught me.”

-

purple eyes, horrified, pure with the kind of love he wishes could save him.

“how the hell did she do this to you?”

help me, he wanted to scream, please, I’m so scared, I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I’m trapped.

but the red on his wrists constrained him, reminding him it was impossible to escape, both comforting and terrorizing; grounding him, proof of love—keeping him tied to her, for better or worse, a collar, a leash, suffocating. nothing he said would matter in the least, and every word would end up a lie.

she spoke for him, a smug smirk tugging on her lips, “I only gave him what he wanted.”

he says nothing, because how could he ever deny her, when all she ever said was the truth?

-

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