Shane never realised how much of a star his girl truly is until now, under the midnight sky, illuminating his path with you as you embark towards the park.

He keeps you hidden, a treasure locked away in the vault of his heart. You’ll rot in it from how poisoned he is, probably, but at least he’ll receive your warmth. He’s sick and tired of feeling cold all the time. Not even his drugs can help.

Your hand in his does though. It sends heat sparks curling around his veins. You thinks this is love, he won’t admit that it’s not. He does love you, but not in the way you expect. His love is possessive and primal. Your love is pure and heavenly.

Shane’s selfish, he knows. He should let your wings flap freely, but you’ve clipped them. You either don’t realise or are under the influence of his stash. The latter most definitely, as your bambi eyes are hazy and you keeps leaning into him, prompting him to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

You’re his fading star.