❝𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ I gasped, squeezing the sheets of the bed. His long fingers entered me, making me close my eyes as I soaked in...
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["Souls don't meet by accident."]
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It's been exactly three weeks, two days and eight hours since I last saw Maria.
Three weeks and two days from the ball and three days from Tiffany's funeral that I had to go to.
My father told me that if I could fuck her, then at least I could put flowers on her grave.
"She's like family." he said, but that's just another excuse to get her life insurance money.
Still, I go, but not before I saw what she did to her. I got Yi to not check the cameras, I couldn't get her into any more trouble than she was already.
Tiffany was a bitch who always hung around the wrong people at the wrong time. She went too far this time, and I'm partly to blame for that.
But she. Oh God. The things I said that night, the things I did... I tried so hard to make everything perfect. I wanted her to forgive me, to forgive my family as I forgave them long time ago, but now, I made everything worse.
I didn't think I could hurt her, but I did and I don't blame her. The jealousy I felt the night she danced with Mancini turned into a rage I couldn't control.
If only you could know.
Those eyes, which sparkled like the sun as she recognized different Russian food or the music playing in the background while we slowly swayed to the gentle rhythm.
Her dress, I didn't care that it was torn, she would look perfect in the most hideous sack.
Her fingers in my hair...
...her nails in my skin as she gasped for air.
I let my anger get the best of me and I went too far.
For three weeks I texted her, climbed up to her window, but the curtains would always block my view of her room. I tried calling her but she would never answer.
I screwed up and it was bad. If I could turn back time, everything would be different. I would hold her tightly in my arms, never letting her go. It would be just her and me. Maybe I'd work up the courage to kiss her in front of everyone, and she'd put her fingers in my hair and gently pluck it while bitting on my lower lip.
Aaron. She would say.
Aaron. She would moan.
Aaron. She was crying. Aaron please stop. And I stopped.
Her brown eyes, which until a few minutes ago were shining like the most beautiful star in the galaxy, are now red like blood, tearyand wet.
