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Elizabeth walked in the bedroom and saw his sleeping body on the bed, underneath the covers. She reached under the cream-colored lampshade and pulled the metal string which turned on the light. She took a few steps forward and sat next to him before her hand moved of its own accord and moved a strand of hair away from his tanned face. The teenager stirred, groaned, and laid on his back. She kept her hand at the same level, making any skin on skin contact she could. She watched as his eyes fluttered open and a small smile appeared on his face.
"You always loved watching me sleep, huh?" he snickered and with a yawn pushed off the mattress to sit up and lay back against the old and tattered headboard.
She didn't add anything, simply let her hand fall to his jaw which she lovingly rubbed with her thumb, then she traced the half dozen blood-colored marks on his neck and collarbones, her hand kept going down happily and traced the forms of his pectorals before stopping on his heart. He smiled at her focus and concentration, loving the way her touch felt on his bruised and often aching skin and muscles and he was completely enamored with the way her brows furrowed and she was biting her lower lip. His hands reached forward, inviting her to straddle his hips which she did without hesitation along with wrapping her arm around his neck.
"I love you, Elizabeth Miller." he murmured and leaned forward, his hands were on her lower back, sliding down her thighs just as their foreheads touched, their lips millimeters apart.
Their breathings were heavy as his lips teased hers, pulling away just as she was about to finally kiss him. Her hand that had been sitting on the side of her body moved between them and just as she kissed him,
She pulled the trigger.
She watched, face numb and body immobile, as he gasped and his eyes showed surprise, fright, confusion, pain and even love. His body fell against the pillows and the headboard as he gasped for breath.
Whispering her name and calling for help.
Elizabeth looked down to her hand which was covered in blood splatter and holding a firearm.
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Her whole body shook as she sat up on the couch. She stared at her surroundings before falling back against the cushions, where she had fallen asleep the night before.
"You should try going to class today." Ollie suggested from behind her as he put a cup of coffee next to her head. "Can't do you wrong." She glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed.
"Yeah, fine." She grunted as she stood from the couch, stretching. "Can I go tomorrow? It's like the middle of the day." The man sighed and shook his head as he walked away. "Fine."
As soon as her feet hit the ground, he sped away, leaving her no option but to step into the school. The woman at the front desk simply raised an eyebrow at the teenager and huffed out.
