Page 116 of Stalker's Toy

And me.

I’m tired of this space, empty without her.

So I head out the doors.

Mia’s the first thing I see when I get outside.

Her silhouette against the falling snow—my gothic queen.

The alley lights flicker as she gets closer.

White flurries settle in her hair.

They have no chance against the red of it.

There’s a flash of green as she turns her head, searching.

When she finally catches sight of me, I know what she’ll see.

A man so fucked up with wanting her that he’s been standing in the snow to prove it.

She finally sees me and her smile lights the night.

We head inside and it's full of people, full of life and noise.

Just like my mind every timebefore I see her.

They’re saying my name like it’s going to make them famous, but I barely hear it.

I barely see anything but the girl who’s hand is wrapped around my heart.

She acts surprised, like she didn’t know this was going to be the night.

She does, though. She knows I'll go to the ends of the Earth for her.

Larsa’s on her the second we’re in.

Mia lets her have this one, lets her think she’s the star.

She’s good at that.

At playing the part and keeping her eyes on me while she does it.

The moment we’re standing in front of her charcoal, her breath catches.

She says, "You did this.”

"Yes, I did, and I’d do anything for you."

She wraps her arms around me, and it's chaos.

Her mouth against mine, the whole room dissolving around us.

It's wild and insane and fucking perfect.

Her lips burn, her hair falls over my face, and all I can smell is the smoke embedded in her scars.

The opening is in ten minutes, and the place is crawling with bodies, but right now I don't care about any of it.

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