Breaking Her Love is War
He had done it again. Ravaged me. Burned me. Broken me. Giving me air, only to leave me gasping, writhing. But then something changed. Something that terrified and excited me both. Something that utterly destroyed me. Something that made me whole again.
Our love was cursed from the start. She didn’t know it, but I did. All she knew was that I’d lied to her, betrayed her. Done unforgivable things. Unavoidable things. Yes, I had broken promises as surely as I had broken her heart. But, just as every war has casualties and every lie has consequences – every bastard has his reasons.