It was all a screaming pile of mess. Anna was a perfect… perfect cause Cory messed up her life for. She screwed over people, lied, decieted and it was juuuust the beginning. She wanted her. She wanted her more than she wanted anything else. And it was a venomous, shattering kind of longing.
It poisoned her intestines, made her eat crystal-sharp shards, filled her soul with rage and possessiveness. She wanted to hold her. Hold her again. Dig her nails into Anna’s perfect skin, lean into the arch of her neck, kiss and nip everywhere, draw blood, claim Anna as hers. She should have belonged to Cory. She should have chosen her.
Sometimes Cory felt strange. She felt that she could hurt Anna – yes, physically – just to hear the girl scream her name. She deserved as much, didn’t she? Cory wanted to see those wicked, beautiful lips part again, just to form the syllables of her name. And then she would lean closer to Anna, seal her lips with a soft kiss, wrap her in a warm embrace. Maybe they would sleep together again, and she could get a glimpse of how Anna’s eyelashes flutter when she’s tired. Those charming, long, bent lashes, framing those sparkling, clear, green eyes.
Anna was everything. She was… just everything.
Cory traced her fingers along the girl’s soft cheeks, her skin touching the screen of her mobile phone. When she tried really, really hard, she could almost feel Anna’s soft skin instead of the cold glass of the screen. Then her fingers moved closer to the edges of Anna’s lips, playing with her piercing mockingly, her other hand sliding into the girl’s hair. Anna’s eyelids closed, her breathing slowed, as she wrapped an arm around her. Cory wanted to kiss her so much… just a kiss. No more. And yet…
She knew she was dreaming. She was dreaming again. Reality could never ever be quite so charming.
JBV
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