by S Berry

Disclaimers: I'm not sure if this is Nadine's POV or a separate piece on a related theme. It's still about ownership, however. It's much darker than Ownership, but you need darkness to see the light.

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She's no saint, but neither am I. I daresay I'm worse for continuing to press my attentions on her despite knowing she doesn't fully enjoy them. Why do I keep doing it then? Because I need her. I don't know how else to connect to her; to reach her. I know I need to let her go, yet I bind her closer. I hate myself for my weakness; for the pride that won't allow me to ask her for help. She owns my heart, my soul, and I, in turn, take her body. I despise the part of me that insists that's a fair trade.

Yet, I keep deceiving myself; telling myself every time I go to her that this time will be different. It never is. I let her hold me and lie to me. I want so much to believe her sweet lies. I want so much for them to be truth. For just a little while, I lay there in her arms and pretend. Pretend that we're a happy, normal family, and I won't wake alone, silently banished back into my personal hell until the next time the weakness in me becomes too strong to resist and I find myself back again.

Continued? Maybe....

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