Love Me Then Destroy Me

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d and held my head because it felt like it was cloudy and thundering. I could taste

ery still outside the glass door. He didn't act like a gues

poke in a low, warm voice. It put something

ked. My voice sound

e small room. His hair was dark and well-kept. His suit had a faint smell of rain. He sm

an." "Adrian Kingsley." I

e room spun. I touched my chest where the stone hit. There was n

ing things like faces, places, and love to life within me. My mind was full of th

d, and the word tasted li

as hiding something painful. He said, "You don't remember." "You were in a bad acc

that made fear mo

ly that visitors shouldn't be involved in patient care, but he didn't move

said softly. "You weren'

understand that new sound. Not by y

xt to me when the door clicked shut. He reached out and took my hand. It

ike a memory my body kept even when my mind couldn't. His hand made my skin feel warm. F

ked. My voice shook. Not just the crash. It

es shine. "I thought I lost you," he s

in go away. I didn't know what to do. My head hurts. The memory of bright glass, tires scream

came back with more people. "You were hurt b

time, I'm lucky and empty. I looked back at Adria

going next

ore force, as if he wanted to keep me from drifti

There was also something else: a flash behind his eye

I only felt them as shapes. Adrian stayed close by. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw sharp pieces that didn't fit together. Rain o

aky. He put his arm around my waist to help me stay steady. His touch made somet

Adrian's reflection in the car window showed a man who wasn't moving and was looking at a woman whose life had been put

ke a place that was meant to keep things, not let them go. Big glass and walls, with light

h a soft smile took my bag. A picture on the wall showed Adrian and me at a party at night, with our arms

a half-empty glass of wine, a scarf folded on a chair, and a book with a corner bent from being opened. There was a smell of citrus, smoke, and f

se said the same thing. Everyt

t the ceiling and thought about glass and brakes and someone yelling my name. I tried to remember what my fac

ed. He put a small bottle of water on the nightstand at one point. His han

o the dark, and the question i

uzzed below us. At that moment, he look

u remember." His voice was calm. It had both

t moving like a river of gold outside. My life was waiting inside,

the door opened, and a shadow stood there. I turned to

ist before I could yel

meone whispered my name very close to

said, and the sound

d my ey

nding there, I knew with the horrible, sudden certainty that only m