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You swept your gingerly blonde hair to the side, spitting to me how devoted you were to my side. It was another sharp lie I wanted to believe. So, I forgave you for everything.
I pushed your face into royal plush, and you raised up your wide hips towards me. I groped your soft curves, pushing two of my fingers into your entrance, and you answered my advances with soft whimpers. While I curled my fingers inside of you, I felt my world closing and crushing me in; everything felt so wrong.
Your flesh began to wilt and rot—the plump, healthy figure I'd grown to love began to resemble a cold corpse. Your chilling excretions concentrated into a dusty mud, pruning my fingers in the dry substance.
I pulled away, alarmed as your flesh blotched with knotted bruises.
You flicked one glance to me, dripping in abhorrence; rolled over, and sat up to face me. Your bruising blue eyes cut into mine, your gaze festering me like a fresh bone-deep wound. Your cold lips formed words to me, but I couldn't hear a thing.
For every crawling step I took back, you gained another two. I couldn't escape, and it wasn't long before you had pushed me into a corner.
Pause.
You pulled away from my face, placed your hands to the cold floor, raising into a stand up over me.
Pause.
And you turned around, and left.
I sat alone, shaking in the dizzying dark. I lied to myself more time, "she'll come back."