Chasing Empty Hearts

He came into my life with demands on my heart that I had no intentions of fulfilling.

She was my karma. My sweet-tasting karma.

His kisses felt like cruel punishments of ecstasy.

Whatever she needed me to be. Whatever she asked of me. All she had to do was ask and I was at her mercy.

He needed to be broken...

She deserved to be loved...

Two weary souls with two different intentions cross paths, building sandcastles, leaving footprints of chaos. Lust turns into infatuation. Infatuation into possession. In this game of love vs. manipulation, only one will remain standing.