150 Vines That Bleed

"To love is to willfully tear open your own heart, drink from your blood, and savor its poison - all for a flitting taste of euphoria."

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Love was venomous.

Poison.

An emotion that had somehow crept on him, coiled around his insides, and decidedly made him its prisoner. Nicolás had never felt anything akin to it - this strong, this overwhelming, it made his whole body quiver.

He had been held hostage for months and the only thing he had thought about was her. His heart beat with her memory forever clinging to him, torturing him. How she had snuck up on him like this and taken complete control of his existence was something he would never be able to figure out.

How does one love someone like this and make them their center of existence?