100 words a day for 365 days goal.
She drank his poison with every word he spilled—each one laced with the sweetest addiction. He is a confectioner who slaughters the hopes of and dreams of every woman he touches. I love you; his words claimed her heart, tightening the grip each time he repeated the three words she needed to hear. Did he love her? He loved the thought of her, but his heart so dark the daylight could no longer give warmth to a soul as black as night. Dreams of forever filled her irises with a cloud of rose. She never knew she was his temporary fix.