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ROSE EVER-LASTING ✞ @fightcrblood·
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HE BEGAN COUNTING HIS SINS. whatever he’d done had to be big enough to afford him the pleasure of erin burne. she was a demon of TEMPTATION, who confused him with words, with her gaze ──────── with the simple and yet ethereal way cinnamon burned against the soft golden hues of the HUFFLEPUFF dormitories. cam closed his eyes for a moment, and pretended there was a decision to be made. pretended that he wasn’t cameron yaxley, and that the ushered and tormented words from her sweet mouth were fucking WORTH something.
SHE WASN’T A LIAR. NOT A SAINT, but even when she was full of mischief and trickery, erin often wore her soul on her sleeve. he’d learnt that lesson long ago, when a girl with chestnut hair and a talent for snooping had finally garnered his attention despite the IMPURE last name she held. it was that girl that he thought about now, because this older girl was too much TEMPTATION to resist, even if she’d made his world crash and burn. he would forgive either of them anything, he realized ──────── trying not to focus on her touch, on her fingertips.
HIS HAND TOUCHED HER STOMACH, trailing upwards as he forced himself to remain ICE COLD. when his hand landed on her neck, he opened his lips, and his hand cupped her jaw firmly. it was his last chance to taste it ──────── that fucking HONEY that drove him up the wall. he inhaled it as he came closer, as the pressure he made forced the red of her lips apart ever so slowly, GENTLE even if FORCEFUL. ‘ you succeeded, erin. whatever there was between us, is destroyed. ’ he wanted that to be true, even if he knew it wasn’t.
‘ I WON’T FORGIVE YOU. WHY WOULD I? ’ that was a lie. a lie, a lie, a lie. his eyes closed so he could hide everything, but that only made it harder to focus. he was too close. he knew he was too close, in every fucking sense of the thing. ‘ therefore it doesn’t matter either way, does it? i’m cameron fucking yaxley. you have your world, and i have mine. ’ he couldn’t make her the VILLAIN to make himself feel better. he had to be the one. if she fought for him more, he would succumb. he was WEAK for her ──────── stupidly, idiotically WEAK. ‘ . . .sorry, honey. ’
HE WAS ────── ALWAYS WOULD BE. ‘ . . .BUT ENJOY THE GIFT. ’ he couldn’t let her go, if only for a moment more. ‘ it’s all i have to give. ’
















