Ace
She wasn’t breathing right. No. She wasn't breathing at all.
My hands trembled as they hovered over her slack form, my palms stained with the remnants of control I thought I had. Her chest rose and fell, but ur was barely noticeable. Her chest beat weakly. Her lips that were usually pink and bitten from our fights, and my lovemaking, had taken on a blue tint, the flush of her earlier on her cheeks and her defiance now felt like a ghost on her skin. She was pale.
“Elara,” I rasped, brushing hair from her damp forehead, her eyes shut. She didn’t move a muscle. “f**k. No. No, no, no.”
Not like this. She couldn't f*****g go like this.
I knew I wanted to kill her, make her life hell, but out didn't have to be now. She didn't have the right to act like this. I owned her. I was her f**
