The argument lasted hours today. She hid in the blankets as tears rolled down her face. The memories of her ex normally pinning her on the floor, rushed through her thoughts and she spun around at the sound of the door.
He nestled into the nape of her neck, muttered "I'm sorry, I Love you so much, I always ruin your days, I don't know what's wrong with me."
As tears dripped slowly to the pillowcase, her tremors started to return, silence took over in the back ground as he whimpered; "I did this, I'm sorry, Baby can you hear me?"
The room spinning in her thoughts, how her ex wrote her name in the papers as a worthless tot.
She turned to face him, his cheeks in her grips. Passionately laying hot kisses, despite the twelve hours of silence in argument, she demanded he return the passion, her legs shook needing validation.
His kiss returned was lost, almost confused, she didn't feel him there, the spell was finally working, began October 28, 2017.
The transition was creeping in, his memories were right behind them. As her lips moved from his, the phantom fangs gave her a sting in her mouth from above.
The last time she tried to move the Soul of her Twin Soul, the human was far too broken.
This one proved a desire to protect and serve her this time around. The tips of her fingertips drug over his cheek slowly as the warnings between her thighs nagged her to stop.
"I'm sorry, My One. I'll try harder to be good."
Turning back to place her in his natural curve, his arms pulled her hips into his waste, as they drifted off, their souls made Love.
She was love wasted. His soul was home. Not Stockholm Syndrome. She couldn't contain it, she brought him back to life with her Love, it happened once before, she wouldn't let him go this time around. 