Some girls don't like pretty things.Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn't real, but it's it the closest way to describe love? It doesn't exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I'm not just in the middle of this game, I'm helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate.She's going to break.She's going to fall.She will eventually come back to me, on all foursBecause this isn't a fairy taleI am no knight.I'll take all of her soulAnd pour in my spite.No light.No light.Even my darkness, survives in daylight.This isn't a fairy-tale.But love does winBecause even through the sinIt's her that lingers within.She beats through my veins.Whispers over my fleshTugs on my heart stringsLike a puppet tangled in a messWill my heart be enoughTo bring her back to lifeWhen the first thing she reached forWas not himOr himOr meIt was the one person that haunted her, into misery.This isn't a game.Those aren't my tricksIf she doesn't obeyThere's a number...86