Hard to Love
by W. Winters
I own this town. The deals, the cash flow, the corruption – I decide it all.
Blood and violence taints everything I claim.
She was a constant through it all and she never knew how badly I needed her.
Just a touch would singe and soothe.
Just a look would tempt and torment.
She was too good for this world. I was too much of a bastard to push her away. And so she became my escape and my addiction.
It was only a matter of time before the danger bled into what we had.
I should’ve known better than to indulge.
I should’ve known better than to let her fall for me. There isn’t anything I touch that doesn’t crumble into dust and ash.
Touching Laura was her downfall. Problem was, it was mine, too.
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