People would have thought that our collision would equate to a fatal explosion. But it wasn't like that.
I was feeling alone one night when I met him. He sat with me at a bar and kept me company whilst I felt I was condemned to solitude. He was the only one to meet me in my sorrow, and without me realizing, he had decided that he would hold that place indefinitely. He took me to meet his friends and introduced me as his prized possession. I leaned against him and smiled. Every time there was solitude, there was his presence to greet me and help me manage the abandonment. He began to lurk around me wherever I went, guarding my movements and actions so closely it was as if his stare became a corset I could not take off.
One night I chose to kiss him goodbye after I told him that we were to part ways forever. As our lips melted against each other, his arms twisted around me and for a moment I grew cold, breathless, my veins pumping faster and faster, waiting for me to break an escape. I waited for him to let go but his constricting boa grip only got stronger.
"Stay with me," he whispered into my ear. This kind threat ran through body as the echoes of his words rang in my ears. I looked around the room as I felt everything around us disappear. All I could feel were his strong arms clamping my rib cage shut. I felt his skin, his muscles and everything down to his bones. His torso became warm and welcoming, as he exhaled gently on my forehead. His touch and words had charmed me, enough that all my original intentions were quickly burnt to ashes. I took the biggest breath I could, a short gasp, and uttered: "Yes."
He took in my reluctant consent and pulled me down with him. I was not there for the time in which he ran his lips on my skin. I was floating, attempting to hide from him, in denial of what had happened, and what would happen. He was drowning me. I was suffocating because of him but he was the only bit of air I could reach; he was the problem and the solution. I was tied to him. My body shook as he lay his breaths against my neck. Our ankles were bound, as if the universe had planned for us to collide. Our lips sewn together, our torsos glued, and our eyes locked. That was the moment in which I knew there was no going back.
And now here I am, 6 feet under in a cold cellar, sealed to him for the remainder of eternity, my memories saturated with his presence, counting every passing moment.
"I love you, you know? I always have. We can stay here forever. I'll be here when no one is. You out of all should know how bad people can be."
After the waves of his last syllable stilled, I looked Addiction straight in the eyes.
"Yes."
I would never dare say no.
