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Jul 14, 2011 01:20

He was yours. He was always meant to be yours. Somewhere in you you've always known that. You've said it. You've said it to him. The relationship was never as pretty as ones seen in the movies but you both never had problems before. And then something inside you seemed to just snap.

Maybe it was a fangirl getting too close for the umpteenth time; the way they claw and pull at him and strive to get his attention. Or maybe it was a situation gone awry; his disappearing, someone taking him, him getting hurt. It could have been any number of things but suddenly what was a casually harmless relationship turned into full on need for possession.



He's yours. You've been driven too far to think otherwise now. Yours and no one else's. And so one day you took him in- you pulled him in and you shut the door. It's not like you mistreat him. You just can't allow the chance that anyone else will be able to touch or harm him ever again.

He's yours. And it will stay that way. You'll make sure of it.

But as you go to visit him you almost can't remember just how many months it's been this way.

Oh well.

((Generate a number for how many months. You can make it up to years if you'd like. You can mess with the layout as well. Have him chained up if you'd like.))
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