Psycho Gods: Enemies to Lovers Romance

DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES

Pauciloquy (noun): brevity in speech.

DAY 30, HOUR 23

John and Aran twitched beside me.

Distantly, I felt the pain of a knife carving a word into my spine. The agony was muted because my mind was elsewhere.

The only thing I could focus on was the feeling of damp curls wrapped around my fingers and John’s back pressed against my front.

I was touching the two people in the world who meant everything to me.

The pain across my spine should have been overwhelming, but I kept forgetting to feel it. My mind was too overwhelmed with obsession.

My skin buzzed with contentment because the two people I was dependent on were in my arms.

All of us were together, so everything would be okay.

They were my everything.

Physical pain didn’t matter because I was touching them.

I was so grateful to be holding them that a tear trailed across my cheek. Love filled my chest.

Every night that I got to sleep beside them was perfect.

I only wished they weren’t also experiencing the agony. I wished I could take the pain away from them. I’d bear anything for them. They owned my heart and soul.