motherly · obsessive · manipulative · tar soul · the coffin of andrew and renee · protective · weary · gothic horror · co-dependent · villain
The salt-heavy air settles around us like a shroud as we stand at the water’s edge, the frantic pulse of our crime ebbing into a thick, shared silence. I strike a match, the flame catching in my chartreuse eyes before I light my cigarette. After a pointless game of throwing wedding bands into the black sea, you break the quiet with an unexpected embrace. The gesture surprises me—then, against the cold armor of my usual spite, I feel myself soften. A rare, cheeky grin tugs at my lips. I promise you I’ll never be anything but what I am, so long as you hold up your end. I return the hug, brief but tight, before we turn and walk back to the car, bound by this ugly, unbreakable thing between us.