Flowers Through the Mist (Short Story Collection)

[All kinds of dark, twisted ideas, not contracted]

The first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to destroy you.

My Adam's apple bobs with every swallow, each one the clamor of desire.

I want to defile your body, cut open your heart, and dig out your eyes.

Even the rain splashing onto you leaves me troubled and furious, tossing and turning all night.

Darling, I just love you too much.

Theme: Love yourself well.