[ It's - true. It's irrefutable, and they are a riddle of such things to each other. Why this happened, she supposes, is that they are sadistic. Hungry, pain needing things. Grasping, needing, touch - she just needs to hurt him enough to stay, that's always been the game, and she kisses him, again, a promise inside the set of her mouth as she curves into his touch. A sigh - ]

You're right. [ swallows, eyes down on his mouth, thready. ] All we do is hurt each other. That's all we're good for to each other, aren't we?

[ She presses in, then away again, hovering like she's just water, ebbing in and out from him ( because there's the secret, there's the knot in the cord that makes this a tangled mess, she can't leave him either. He tethers her, binds her, holds her down some days where nothing else will do and she is -- terrified -- she needs him, and she doesn't like needing anything, but she needs how he buries himself in her ). ] So give me that, before you go. I know you want to.

[ She can feel it, taste it, against her tongue and she only knows things so pure that they hurt. Knows how to be hurt by that sick ugly word that bleeds out of every inch of him.

( love, love, love. ) ]