11:45AMI have a feeling that I won't sleep tonight. But don't delude yourself into thinking that my insomnia is because of you, or that you still somehow leave this kind of impact on me. I haven't been sleeping well because of him. He's here most nights, you know. Last night he left his cuff links. I can't sleep on the nights that he isn't in my bed.
12:01AM
I don't want to hear more excuses spilling out of your mouth. Who am I kidding? I don't want to hear your voice at all, so don't even bother trying to text me. You think you can scare me enough to come crawling back to you?
2:37AM
Je ne vous souviens pas.
4:54AM
You asked me what that bastard had that you don't. I told you that you made me feel like the stars, but he made me into his universe. This was something you never understood: I am not the light in the dark, the North Star that will guide you home every night. I am the supernova, the black holes, the gravity that makes even comets plunge from the sky and into my embrace. I love him because he makes me feel like I am enough.
5:06AM
Goodbye.
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A/N: wow twelve years in french immersion really paid off :')
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Kiss Me, Kill Me
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