….He warned her, he warned her at the start….
One conversation among many, he was honest and told her….
“….The path I’m on is a destructive one, I fuck everything up and so I do this alone. It’s just the way it is….”
“….Don’t get to close. You’ll fall for me. You’ll get hurt….”
“….It will start off slow. You won’t even notice. I’ll intoxicate your mind till you think of me every day. Till you wonder where I am what I’m doing. I’ll intoxicate your body, so that it comes alive just by my words, and you won’t notice til it’s to late….”
“….And lastly….Lastly….I’ll break your heart….”
“….I’ll break it soft and sweet and slow….I’ll break it a little more every day. Cutting you just a little deeper each time. But by then it will be to late. By then you’ll want me in your life so badly,  you’ll sharpen blades for me to cut you deeper….and I will….”
She laughed….That sweet sound of innocent unbelieving. But it was already to late…. just like an addict craves their fix, he was already curling around her veins, and she so unaware already hooked….

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Today’s  playlist….
“Opaline.”
“Drawn Out.”
“Home.”
“Every Little Thing.”
“Once In A While.”
“Give.”
“When Morning Comes.”
All by Dishwalla.

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