Love is often painted as a force of warmth and security, yet sometimes, it is a paradox—both a dream and a nightmare. She loved him not for his kindness, but for the chaos he brought into her world. He was the storm that shattered her peace, yet she found herself addicted to the wreckage. He was her reason for living, a cruel paradox wrapped in human form.

He was darkness personified, yet she craved him like light. His presence haunted her like a lingering ghost, and yet, she sought the depth of his soul, wanting to feel it seep into her very bones and marrow. Pain and passion intertwined, making her feel alive in ways she never imagined. He was both the wound and the remedy, the fire and the ashes.

Love is not always soft; sometimes, it is raw, consuming, and even destructive. But she did not want to escape. She longed to be burned by him, to lose herself in the abyss of his existence, because even in the nightmare, she found a reason to breathe.

~Corina