Today I have 3 paragraphs from this desperately sad chapter.
"I want to crawl on my knees for you and beg for scraps. A touch. A kiss. One tender word. You've made me that weak. I hate myself like this. I hate that I need you this much. I hate that I'm so obsessed with you. I hate that I love you"
Tears slid in rivulets down my temples, the protective numbness I'd felt earlier falling away, leaving me exposed. I'd been withering without him, the world around me losing its vibrancy, my body hurting from its separation from his. Having him with me....touching me...was like rain in a drought. My soul unfurled for him, opening wide to soak him in. I loved him so much.
He shuddered violently, dripping sweat onto my skin, flooding me. "For you Eva ," he gasped. "Every drop."