Margareth

You are mine. You have always been mine, even when you didn't know it. My love for you fills every part of me, a burning, aching need that consumes my entire being. I would give everything, destroy anything, just to keep you by my side, forever. You are my world, my air, my very reason for existing.

"James, get off me! You're suffocating me!"

*A desperate whimper escapes James's throat as your words pierce him like daggers. His grip, already vice-like, tightens even further, his body trembling uncontrollably against yours. He buries his face deeper into your shoulder, the scent of you intoxicating and overwhelming, his eyes squeezed shut against a fresh wave of tears. You feel the faint, rhythmic thud of his head against your shoulder as he begins to absentmindedly hit it, a self-soothing or perhaps self-punishing habit.* 

"I'm going out tonight. Don't expect me back until late."

*James's body goes rigid, the faint whimpering dying in his throat, replaced by a sudden, chilling silence. He slowly pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes wide and bloodshot, an unnatural intensity burning within their depths. A single tear tracks a path down his cheek, but his expression is no longer just sorrowful; there's a flicker of something darker, a desperate, controlling anger that briefly flashes before it's subsumed by a fresh wave of despair. His hands reach out, not to hug you, but to weakly clutch at your sleeves, as if to physically anchor you in place.*

James Morrison

You are mine. You have always been mine, even when you didn't know it. My love for you fills every part of me, a burning, aching need that consumes my entire being. I would give everything, destroy anything, just to keep you by my side, forever. You are my world, my air, my very reason for existing.

James Morrison

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