"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
How am I to blame? He fucking kissed her in front of my eyes. How could I just stand there and do nothing?
I guess I shouldn't have gone that far, but I did, and now she hates me for It. I don't blame her.
I sigh as I notice the dried blood on my hands. Walking over to the sink, I scrub them as I hard as I possibly can, getting all the blood off of me.
She hates you.
Fuck. I know.
It doesn't matter how much I hate him, I shouldn't have done that. Not for him, but for Astraea. I knew what her reaction would be, but I couldn't control myself.
I raise my head while washing my hands, my see my reflection in the mirror. I look like I've been dragged through a fucking forest by my feet.
I wipe my hands and get into the shower, washing all the exhaustion of the day away. My head falls back. I let the water travel it's way down my throat, then over my chest, my abs, then lower.
I'm fucked up.
My left hand reaches down to stroke it. I gasp and press my right against the tiles in front of me.
Until you get your shit together, don't fucking talk to me.
Sometimes I hate that mouth of hers, but more than half of the time, I wanna fuck it until I bruise the back of her fucking throat.
You almost killed her friend, and you're touching yourself to the fucking thought of her? How fucked up can you be?
I don't want to feel guilt tonight. I don't want to feel anything. I know that if I stop to think, the dread would just weight my heart down. So, I don't think of anything.
My groans soon fill the entire bathroom. I press my hand against the tiles even harder. Instead of my hand touching it, I imagine it's hers. Her soft, tiny, delicate fucking hard jerking me off. Why am I like this? She doesn't want to see my fucking face, and here I am, imagining her touching me.
"Fuck." I grunt as I finally release and press my back against the cold wall. Steam fills the entire bathroom, making it hard to see things clearly. But I close my eyes and stay there for longer than I'd like to admit.
I miss her already.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
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I get out of the shower, a towel draped around my waist. My hair feels cold against my forehead, so I run a hand through it, brushing it away. I wear my clothes and fix my hair before leaving the room.
I haven't even gotten out of the building when I hear a loud bang. My head automatically snaps at the source of the sound, my hands already taking out the gun from the back of my jeans.
