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He kissed me with an intense, hot passion. His ice cold lips moved violently against mine. He held me tighter, and I wrapped my arms in an unbreakable hold around his neck.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t allow it.
Hadn’t he broken my already damaged heart, scarring me forever? Had I not promised myself that I would never, ever, fall for him again?
And yet, somewhere, subconsciously, I wanted this to happen. Wanted him to hold me, to hold me close and tight; to feel safe in his hold. I wanted him to kiss me, to love me. To write love on my arms. I never wanted him to let me go. It was wrong.
I wanted him to be here for me forever, and he had left. It killed me. I locked myself in my room, cutting my wrists. I believed that, by causing physical pain, I would be able to let the emotional pain go.
I looked down then, seeing the scars I’d caused; remembering the pain, the blood, the tears.
Why couldn’t I just get over him? Move on? Surly it couldn’t be as impossible as it felt, could it?

His gentle touch brought me back to reality. I got goose bumps as his long fingers traced up and down my back.
“I love you” He whispered. He kissed me then. Kissed my shoulder, my collarbone. His lips slowly parted as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cold breath against my skin.
He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist as he kissed my lips; his were insistent, and I kissed him back.


And just like that, he was gone. I woke up.