You are walking on thin ice - the ice of what remains of the trust between us - carrying the weight of immeasurable guilt.

If she wanted you, her eyes would buy you out - and you won’t even know it. Shewas three parts devil, and two parts human; and what remained - unchainedspirit.

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.

Should I really set her free, and free myself too of the fear - the fear of missing her, forever? Is that what my love for her is leaving me with?