MIDNIGHT
Disclaimer: Sensitive topics like drugs, alcohol use, abuse and murder has been mentioned in the following story but not too explicit. Read at your own risk.
"I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself. "
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Every night he used to wait for her in the backyard of the church, at the far end of the streets. And every night, when the great clock at the top of the church struck 12, she used to appear before him.
Her dress was always the same. Black ripped jeans with Timberland wooden colored boots, topped with a white tee under a black leather jacket. Her black orbs were so deep as if they held a whole galaxy. Every time he looked into them he would get lost in her eyes. However, he never saw her full face because the lower portion of her face was always covered with her typical black mask.
He was always curious but never complained.
How ironic right? They met every night but he never saw her face. His mind went back to the first time they met:
He was smoking weed in the back of the church when suddenly a feminine voice came from behind.
"Care to share?"
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After that short encounter, they became friends....or more than just friends....or whatever you would like to name their relationship.
Some relationships are better off without a label, don't you think?
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Midnight
Short Storya boy with a dreadful lifestyle and a mysterious girl with lust for revenge meet, become friends, comfort each other and fall in love. But strange and dark circumstances cannot let them be together. Why ? Read more to find out. DO NOT COPY OR REPOS...
