And you left your mark on me...
With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

We only dream of things we know and people that we've seen... War and pain is all I know, it is all I can ever see.

The things that could be controlled, though, was this moment. And Elijah kissed me like it was a natural-born instinct. We had our story and they had theirs. No, ours wasn’t exactly beautiful or magical, or any of those things they made us believe in. More often than not, we cried and were reckless with every decision. Those feelings we held onto in that moment were ever-changing; we did the impossible and never doubted for a second that we’d do it again. Because in our story there were no rules to hold us back or people to judge and misuse us. We were limitless.

“Our love,” Elijah breathed against my lips, “will be infamous. And that’s our secret.”

I nodded with my eyes still closed and allowed his touch to overwhelm me. Every moment with him was like a walk in the dark, a dive into the forbidden deep. And unlike the others—I welcomed the darkness.

“Make love to me,” I whispered. They were words uttered before, but this time they held the weight of the moment and our will to never let it go. Eli needed no further permission and he encased me—consumed my very being—with his soft kisses and soothing caresses. Everywhere he touched flared and burned. And I flew.