Page 143 of Toxic Kiss

whenever I scream.

I pack a bag,

but neither one of us will ever leave.

I stare into her eyes, not caring how many millions of people see this and finally know how much she means to me. I’m a fuck up, and I ruined things with us five years ago, but I’ll get it right this time.

Haven joins in for the chorus, soft and unsure at first, but my heart swells when her voice marries perfectly with mine.

So wrong every time we lose the light.

Drowning in the sorrow of another fight.

Feels like were dying but so alive

Our love is so wrong but so right.

She sounds like a fucking angel, sent here to destroy me.

What did we get ourselves into

And what the hell do we do?

How can I breathe when you’re the air that is suffocating me, too?

Haven is mine. She can be mad at me about her diary. But in this moment, singing with Haven, I’m fucking happier than I’ve been in years.

So wrong every time we lose the light.

Drowning in the sorrow of another fight.

I can’t look away, the audience fading as her voice blends with mine. I drown without her.

Feels like were dying but so alive

Our love is so wrong but so right.

I’ve never been this open and vulnerable on stage. Stepping in as close as I can, I pray that she can see the love that I carry with me every moment of every day along with all the scars I’ve caused.

Maybe we’re a bad idea

I keep tattooing on my skin.

But every time we reach the end

We reach for each other again.

The final verse is so emotional that my voice cracks as if my heart is bleeding on stage for her. Tears glisten in Haven’s eyes, and I don’t fucking care if it sounds insane. I’m never letting her go.

My fingers strum the final haunting chords in the quiet stadium. As soon as the last word is sung, I grip the back of Haven’s neck and draw her in for a kiss.

She smiles against my lips as the crowd goes wild.

“Do you forgive me?”

“For everything or for the diary?”

“Hmm, I think everything is pushing it. So, the diary,” I say, pulling back and waving at our audience.