Eriana
As I laid on top of Derion, our limbs intertwined in the sheets, I listened to the sound of his heart beating. I’d memorized the rhythm, I could pick it up in a four-alarm fire. I wanted nothing more than to just lay here in his arms all night and listen to his heartbeat, lulling me to sleep. Wishful thinking.
I looked over at the clock and we had a few minutes to spare before we had to get up to get ready. I’d been fed and f****d to my heart’s contentment and now I have to go unbind myself from my psycho ex, fun stuff. If for some reason I died tonight, I would at least die happily–especially knowing that I would find him again in my next life. It’s a weird feeling being okay with your own death and knowing that you’d live again.
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