Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

Perhaps answering at all was a mistake, but it was worth a shot. Hoping that she could not handle the same shit she dished out was often the case in many like her, unfortunately for him, it didn't seem to be the case right here and now. Of course it wasn't. It was never that easy for him. 

It took everything from him to avoid his eye casting a hateful glance her way for even touching him in any way. As if the mere brief, light, touch was blasphemous and tainted that spot. No. The word crawled out in a guttural tone. Already he pictured it, her digging in deeper as to what he was saying no to. The gentle offer, the demand for the other side of his face - never would she verbally accept the real reason for his refusal... but maybe he should take her up on it, maybe break her back and leave her on the shores for the gulls while he wanders off finally free of this parasite. 

At least in the throws of screwing he could get the upper hand from behind. 

It was an idea... one he wasn't fond of, one that didn't seem any easier than just trying his best to keep her from getting too involved in his life. In fact if it failed it would only worsen his situation here. Even if that snap would be oh so satisfying. For now, he kept walking, thinking that if he kept moving she would just fade away like an itch he simply could not reach.