He ran his hand down my cheek as I took in a deep breath.
His smirk send shivers down my spine. Along with the drips of blood falling from his face.
His bloody hand made me want to cry.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
You asked with a shaky voice.
He chuckled.
"Because I love you."
He spoke.
I swallowed hard.
"Please let me go."
I begged.
He shook his head.
"I can't do that."
He said.
"If you leave I can always find a way to get you back."
He said while moving my hair behind my ear.
"Please Joon."
I looked up at him as he held my chin.
He smirked before his lips landed on mine. I gripped his shoulder as I felt myself growing weak.
He held me close to him.
At this point I didn't care if blood got on me.
Nor do I care if he was kissing me.
But I couldn't tell if this was love.
Was I falling in love?
