Obsession. Addiction. Claiming her ever and always. Sprawled out on the floor she felt like she was in a field of wheat, the wheat blond of her hair spilling all around her to intermingle. Naked in the wheat but not alone.
He was there.
Even on the ground she felt she was falling.
"St Croix, damn it St. Croix wake up. Damn it. I think she overdosed this time!"
Her shoulders were shaking. Was she in tremble from the hallucinogenic drugs or was someone physically shaking her back to sobriety.
She groaned as the vision, the hallucination faded at the edges. She felt him all around her. His mouth on her lips. Taking the fever sugar from her. Cleaning out her soul. Breaking that addiction. His hair was all around her. A dark veil and she gripped on to it... gasping out a sound between desire and fear, pleasure and pain
Those blue eyes as jaded as sapphires snapped open. The needle tugged out of her arm as she sat up, staring wide eyed and dream drunk at the motley bunch of drifters she kept company with.
"Jesus, St. Croix. We thought we lost you."
Her smile was somber, eyes haunted.
"No. Not yet...I live to see another day."
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