Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.
That beautiful, beautiful face.
...I could finally finish this. To finish him.
To squelch the fury burning within me.
The precipice of our future.
...or mine, without him in it.
I was drunk with desire.
I'd wanted it for so long.
And here we were.
I stilled my shaking hands, eyes wildly looking into that beautiful face.