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     ‘ i do trust you – we trust you. but it’s not that simple. ‘

CONCERN A CONSONANCE,  her stance has worry lines crinkling corner eyes.  though softened is he with a smile, a gentle touch to shoulder transforming into comforting squeeze.  when he looks at her, she’s so bright – like an asteroid belt, warmth a nebula of possibilities.

it’d be a shame, to marr a beauty tidal; to turn her into a shadow realm like he and dean.

     ‘ i’m not questioning your bravery – i’m just not comfortable with using you as bait. ‘     a pause, he lets words sit; tastes them on his tongue, a speech overused and well-rehearsed targeted towards an ignorant brother.     ‘ we’ll figure something else out, okay?

TRUST  BREEDS   TRUST .   a   notion   she’d   learned   all   too   well  .  crucify   her   ,   for   it   was   damnation   of   the   very    monsters   these   men   had   graves   prepared   for   that   the   girl   surrounded   herself   with.   beneath   her   bed   their   crimson   cut   claws  ,  bone   as   thickened   as   tombstone  ,  raked   at   her   dreams .   skeletons   in   the   closet   merely   cover   up   the   growing   amount   of    martyrs   laid   to   rest   at   the   hands   of   those   who   sought   difference .  death  ,  a   fickle   friend  ,   yet   a   worthy   foe  .   brows   furrow ,   heaving   sigh   tickles    her    throat   as   doe   eyed   gaze   studies   sam .   his   movements ,   cautious   and   calculated   ,  but   he   was   soft   in   a   way   she’d    never   known  .   hunters ,   calloused   palms   and   bullets   wedged   between   teeth    ;   sam ,   compassion   seeping   through   pores   so   fast   she’d   swore   he’d   bleed   out .  

‘  i   can’t    just    sit    here   and   let   people    fight   for   me   ,  sam   .   ‘    her   vocals   plea  ,   they    barter   and  bargain   for   a    sense   of   understanding  .   ‘  that’s   not   who   i  am .  ‘  

to   fight   the   monsters   who’d   swallowed   her   whole ,   for   revenge   and   retribution  on  those   who’d   dragged   a   girl   so   ethereal   to   her   very   own   damnation .   no ;   she’d   thought .   it   wasn’t   who   she’d   wanted   to   be   .   her   life  was   not  a   sordid   tale   filled   with   endless   funerals   ,    a   parade   of   the   long   gone .   they’d   wanted   her   to   remain   docile    while   rivers   ,  rampant   as   ever  ,   flowed   through  her .   thin    lips   press   together  ,   arms   folded   against   her   chest   as   shoulders   fall .  F   R   A   I   L  T   Y  ;   she   wanted   none   of   it  .   ‘  something   else  ?   like   what   sam  ?  ‘    tongue   spits   words   from   mouth   and   yet  bitterness   remains   unleashed  .  impossible  to   shed   upon  boy   with   the   weight   of   the   world   rested   gently   against   his   shoulders.   ‘  like   what ?    you   think    i’ll   let    you   throw   yourself   into   this  ?  you   think   i’d   let   your   brother  ?  ‘  a   beat  ,   hollowed   out   defeat  .   ‘  i   can’t    let   you   ,   anyone  ,   do   this  .   not   again  .  ‘ 

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DARLING

YOU WILL NOT CHOKE THE
D I V I N E FROM ME . I AM MY OWN GOD DAMN M A R T Y R

DEAREST

IND. ELENA GILBERT

narrated by taylor

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# G I R L M A R T Y R

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