I still saw him, everyday to be exact. After my violin lessons, I would walk up to the old oak tree and climb up to him.
"Hello darling, come to gaze longingly at my beautiful face again," he joked. He was high as a kite, but then again he always was.
"My name is not darling, just call me Elle for god's sake," I huffed out in annoyance ignoring his first comment. Sometimes I truly couldn't tell what was him and what was the drugs.
"My apologies Ms Elle," he replied with a lazy smile.
Closing my eyes I took a deep calming breath trying best not to lose my temper. I don't know what drew me to this man, it certainly couldn't be his personality not that I even knew much about it. I guess I just couldn't help but be curious, deep down I knew for sure there was more to him than just arrogance and addiction.
"You know you never did tell me your name."
"Danny darling. My name is Daniel."
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Tainted Hearts (rewriting)
Short Storyhe was addicted to it he was killing himself though with every puff the poison set him free. she was a fake good on the outside but broken on the inside she was addicted to him even though he was bad he set her free © 2015 #64 in short story
