My chest felt like it was collapsing, like I was standing on the edge of an unstable cliff, awaiting my fate with the earth below. I tried to not let it consume me, though I could feel it weave it’s way intricately through the fibers deep within me. I tried to hold it in. I tried to reason with the inner demon stroking my patience ever so slightly. I didn’t know what I was capable of in that moment.
I needed you, but I couldn’t tell you. How could I? With your fangs and your hungry eyes, how could I?
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