Spoilers: B/A Cannon
Dedication: Those of us who are battered and bruised; yet we still go back for more

I can’t get warm any more, no matter how hard I try. I don’t feel the fire, or the heat from the blood as it slips down my throat. I’m always cold.

If I had known it would be like this, would I have left, would I have walked away? Could I have stood to be near her and not been able to bury myself in her, feeling her burn me as she welcomed me inside?

Now I have tasted love I want more. I am an addict. I need her to feed my addiction.

I see her in every face. Blonde, beautiful, perfection. Hazel eyes that sparked with green fire. Honeyed complexion with inviting lips. A body molded to fit perfectly with mine.

Where there was light now reins darkness. Where there was hope now rules despair.

I have friends, and while I love them and I know they love me, it isn’t the same. Nothing can ever replace her; nothing can chase the shadows from my world.

I drove away the sunlight, and now I must live in this dank world.

It is a prison cell of my own creation.

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