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I scan over each photo carefully, surprised at how different they all are yet still soether One is a photo of a sky and a woe butterfly resting on the tips of her fingers A bouquet of colorful wildflowers is in one i in the center, rising toward the sun, in another

It’s the last photo that getsat each other The woly beautiful, her dark brown eyes sad, her bold pink lips parted Theher face, the other holding her backside, his gaze intense on her face, their foreheads pressed together They’re completely focused on each other and I can feel the connection between the, the silence between us grows heavy Unspoken words and thoughts float in the air and as tiaze

The photo speaks to h he owns that wo to hihting a ithin herself Or maybe a ith the man and the passion that he feels for her She wants it, needs what he can give her, but she’s also fearful of him, of what he represents All while he looks like he just wants to possess her in any way he can

"She re voice startlingme, his eyes fiery, his expression somber

"How?" I ask in a whisper

"She looks like you The dark hair, the dark eyes, and her sad expression She looks frightened"

"He looks like he wants to own her"

"Doesn’t every man want to own a beautiful woman? Or at the very least, take care of her?" He doesn’t s ensnared

Trapped

"You make her sound like a possession" And I sound like a breathless fool

A wolfish shtened His entire deone "Is there anything wrong with a "

"But what if she likes it? What if she wants to be possessed?"

He’s trying to push me and I’m not sure why "I would never want any man to possess me"