She brought out the best in him. She really did, but even at his best he was complicated as fuck.
Eventually she was left wondering, why she can't just love the simple men, the stable men, the kind of men who haven't a clue of what it is to walk through fire.
Instead she was drawn to the demons that knew exactly how to dance with her own, the ones whose fires have been known to burn down homes.
That was the day that she decided that if she was cursed to love the damned, she was going to fall in love with her own demons.
She started dancing around her own fire. Its blaze warms her skin, the smoke fills her lungs. Finally taking her place as goddess of the damned.




















