"I love you."
I
Love
You.
Those words are thrown around so loosely like someone saying bless you to a sneeze.
Terrible isn't it?
I love storms. I love the cold and rain and thunder. I love the wind and sleet.
I love tornados and how they turn the sky green. I love how the erupting air makes the trees breathe and groan.
Funny how a little tornado had the capability to change my whole life. Changed my future. Changed my fate. Changed your fate as well. Maybe if that tornado hadn't hit the neighboring school to us and forced the students there to merge with ours, you might still be conscious right now.
Maybe if I had never met seen you for for the first time,things would be different.
Don't you think my love?
Darling?
Wake up.
Your blood is so pretty~
YOU ARE READING
Through their glass eyes, we yearn
HorrorIn the shoes of an explosive, unstable, dangerous individual, you're forced to sympathize with an unpredictable stalker, you'll witness a gruesome lovesick story that can only end badly.
