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[shewitt]

I gave myself to him. It's one of the few things I have left that's sacred. The only proper way to make amends is by an offering, a sacrifice. If my body must be that sacrifice, so be it. To me, it makes perfect sense that sins should be paid in blood and flesh, this being the true currency I comprehend

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[john_c_mitchell]

My own foolishness is what hurts me. Not so much my ability to lie to myself over and over, but my prodigious skill at believe myself.

I wasn't ready.

[shewitt]

None of it changes sound intentions. There's always method to my madness, you know this well enough. And in this hour of darkness, I need to be blind.

You never will be ready, my love.

[john_c_mitchell]

This was to be different. I... was going to...

I should have known you "give" yourself to me only to take yours and my soul with you like a theif in the night.

I despise you right now with every last weak breath in my body.

[shewitt]

You were going to what? Hmm?

Your soul belongs to me, I will keep it for safe keeping, sweetheart.

And I adore you with every breath in mine.

[jasonkay]

It's hard to find words to comment on such beauty, mate.

[shewitt]

I'm sure if you read it again, you'll see the current of bitterness that lies within flowery words.

[jasonkay]

That's not what I meant at all, I can see the bitterness, a gentle touch of regret and inadequacy. But the way it's written, and the passion it portrays, is beautiful. And I don't really have the words to praise the talent and comfort the soul.

[shewitt]

Oh, darling. I never feel inadequate. Thank you none-the-less.