Pepper Winters

I would live a thousand debts just for the gift of having you love me.

She was…peace. She was…sanity. She was…home.

I love you more. I love you with every breath I take and every heartbeat I live. I love you more every day.

Jethro has found his reason for breathing.

It was time for me to find mine.

I want blood. I want corpses. I want

to dance on unmarked graves for this.

I always believed life would grant rewards to those most worthy. I was fucking naïve. Life doesn’t reward—it ruins. It ruins those most deserving and takes everything. It takes everything all while watching any remaining goodness rot to hate.

It wasn’t the terror of the unknown future that stole my false calmness. It was the fear of losing my very self.

It wasn’t the terror of the unknown future that stole my false calmness. It was the fear of losing my very self.

If life was a tapestry, already threaded and steadfast, then he was the scissors that cut me free. He tore me out, stole me away, changed the whole prophecy of who I was meant to be.

I couldn’t focus on what I was giving up, only on what I hoped to gain.