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Possessive
Sometimes she wonders if he realizes how possessive she is. Or how jealous she can get. Sometimes she thinks it’s because she learned relationships from a vampire and other times she thinks it’s just because of what she is. Or maybe it’s the girl inside of her. They all bleed together and she can’t untangle the threads anymore. Most of the time she passes for normal, the girlfriend that clings with just enough authority to push the message off but other times when it’s just them and they’re lying in bed she wants to possess him body, soul, heart, mind and more. She’s not sure what the more is but she’s knows it’s there because she can feel it. There’s some part of him she doesn’t own yet and it itches somewhere in the middle of her chest. They’ve both got their secrets, although she thinks she knows most of his, at least in a vague way. She comforts herself with the idea that one of these days he’ll reveal that part of himself to her and she can stamp it and brand it so that it can’t ever be scrubbed away. She thinks in terms of a few years and literal centuries and she knows it’s a contradiction but she can’t help it anymore than she can help the possessiveness that is a part of her. It’s the past lives rattling in her head, the slayers before and the slayers after and she wants to scream this is just a moment but when she dies there’ll be another one born and part of him will belong to that girl. And it will go on and on, stretching to infinity because a part of her doesn’t end and a part of him doesn’t end. She wonders if he realizes how possessive she is.
Sometimes she wonders if he realizes how possessive she is. Or how jealous she can get. Sometimes she thinks it’s because she learned relationships from a vampire and other times she thinks it’s just because of what she is. Or maybe it’s the girl inside of her. They all bleed together and she can’t untangle the threads anymore. Most of the time she passes for normal, the girlfriend that clings with just enough authority to push the message off but other times when it’s just them and they’re lying in bed she wants to possess him body, soul, heart, mind and more. She’s not sure what the more is but she’s knows it’s there because she can feel it. There’s some part of him she doesn’t own yet and it itches somewhere in the middle of her chest. They’ve both got their secrets, although she thinks she knows most of his, at least in a vague way. She comforts herself with the idea that one of these days he’ll reveal that part of himself to her and she can stamp it and brand it so that it can’t ever be scrubbed away. She thinks in terms of a few years and literal centuries and she knows it’s a contradiction but she can’t help it anymore than she can help the possessiveness that is a part of her. It’s the past lives rattling in her head, the slayers before and the slayers after and she wants to scream this is just a moment but when she dies there’ll be another one born and part of him will belong to that girl. And it will go on and on, stretching to infinity because a part of her doesn’t end and a part of him doesn’t end. She wonders if he realizes how possessive she is.
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