This isn't about you...."

"Well, it should be!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Everything I do is about you, and I want the reverse to be true, too." I wiped more tears, my throat aching with words that would only make this worse.
"What, you need a reminder? That's what he was doing, right? And now you smell like him. You probably taste like him. You should taste like me..."

He was on me before I could even catch my breath...

Autore: Rachel Vincent

This isn't about you...." <br /><br />"Well, it should be!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Everything I do is about you, and I want the reverse to be true, too." I wiped more tears, my throat aching with words that would only make this worse. <br />"What, you need a reminder? That's what he was doing, right? And now you smell like him. You probably taste like him. You should taste like me..." <br /><br />He was on me before I could even catch my breath... - Rachel Vincent

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