“Please,” she says, her hair upswept.

After she's even more like prey.

I'd follow you anywhere, he promises.

"You're worth it. You're worth more."

She's shattered into pieces. He's sorry.
This puzzle remains unresolved and problematic.

She feels happy. Different than before.

Forced ignorance won't postpone judgement day.

You lose battles to win wars.

Happiness laces tighter than wedding dresses.

It's better sex when you're angry.

She runs. She can't bear it.
She runs faster. Anything to escape.
She always runs. This she knows.
This time, it's because of him.
And she's never coming back. Ever.

She's always liked breaking the rules.

The seven deadly sins destroy them.
The virtues always escape them, somehow.

Forever sometimes lasts far too long.

"You were always just a dare."

She could never settle for normality.
Fiction's too much temptation to resist.
He loved her, too, you know.

Forever is a long time to be wrong.

The poison scars deeper than venom.