You told me that it happened on prom night, but you didn't give me any details. I don't know if I can do Nathaniel and still look at myself in the mirror in the morning. I thought you were fucking him before you broke up with me. I could feel it stretching out inside me, feel it filling me, like hot water spilling up and up inside me until it filled every inch of me, and still there was more to come.
No Nathaniel sitting on the floor, next to my legs, half the night spent with his head on my knee, and the other half playing his hand up and down my calf. My point is that humans can be just as rage filled, just as destructive. Why did he hear screams? Without mentioning vampires, I can't tell you the story. Nothing else moved.
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