I was made to rule the darkness.

You Just scared me half to death," I said.

"You should be thrilled you're halfway there.

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him.

Dying would be normal for me, and one day, I'd be buried beneath a stone, and nothing would matter anymore. It'd be ordinary, like life.

And that terrified me, endlessly.

While death and darkness girdle me
I grope for immortality.

It’s so dark - as if all the lights are just there to make the other places seem darker.