You and Elle were walking through a calm, still river. Your legs were cold but you didn’t mind. You weren’t meant to be there, but she snuck you both through the woods to get to it. You’d known each other since you were kids, you shared all your secrets with each other; you trusted each other with your lives. She would watch you sleeping at night, your hand holding the locket she gave you in a tight, protective grip.

Her hand clutched yours tightly as you waded through the water, the cold sending shivers down both of your spines. She pulled you close to her and let her lips meet yours. Every time you kissed, it was like an apocalypse. It felt like everyone else had disappeared and it was only you two in the world. She smiled against your lips and whispered, her voice possessive, yet soft, “You’re mine, baby… I’m so glad I have you all to myself.”