I'm almost at the end of the alley when a man stops me his dark brown hair is tousled and his tie is undone on his shoulders. His dark eyes look behind me and I turn around. The last thing I see is the man jumping onto me and a car screeching.
The pain.
Shit, I wanted a glorious death. I don't want the coroner telling my parents that I died in an alley of a car accident.
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Lorenzo
Romance• to all the dead little girls inside of us and the insecurities that came with what we are now • 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。 Maybe it was because they shared a favorite pastry, or because she was confused about why he glided around like a silent shadow, but La...
