What happened on this dragged cliffs, what was obscured by the salty mist? Those dark waters look inviting, hiding sharpened knifes.

“Come on Tess, you know you’ll never be able to live without me.” He whispered reverently, her name a wicked prayer on his lips. She was his god, and her body shivered in response, swimming in memories of what came after.

He moved closer, his breathe tickling the hairs of her neck.

“And let’s be honest, you probably wouldn’t want to.” She could feel him grinning against her skin, but she was a statue, unwavering, she wouldn’t—couldn’t let him in. Never again.

“But time heals all wounds doesn’t it?” She drawled, attempting to push him off, but his arms proceeded to wrap her further into the one-sided embrace. Again, repeat.

“Jack, get off me! I’m fucking serious!”

“Tess…” He mumbled into her skin, pressing kisses to her collarbone. This time her body recoiled, the disgust swarming her mind. It was pathetic, he was pathetic, and he wouldn’t MOVE.

“JACK!” His arms were suffocating, caging her body instead of holding it. She dug her nails into the skin of his stomach until blood welled up. His grip weakened and she finally kicked him off.

His eyes narrowed as held a hand to his stomach tentatively. “You little…I LOVE you!” It sounded almost convincing. What was Jacks version of Love? It was something that she had never bothered to question, but now seemed like a necessity.

She felt the knife before she saw it, a ribbon of scarlet appearing on her arm.

Later she would call herself a monster, but in the moment, he was the only one she could see. The monster was too close to the cliffs, and then the monster fell.