❝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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["She is the poison I'm dying to drink."]
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I hold her in my arms like a little baby and cry into her hair as I kiss her head.
Thirty minutes and I feel nothing. She didn't move for thirty minutes, she didn't flinch, she didn't breathe, her heart completely stopped.
I am asking just for a few more minutes so that I can tell her everything. That I love her, that I never wanted to hurt her, that I'm sorry for hating her and how sorry I am for hurting her that night in my house. I want her to know everything. That my father might attack her family, that I wanted to take her hand and run away with her, that I painted her at night on my white canvas in my room on my bed, that I imagined so many things with her. That I am sorry for everything my family has done and to forgive her for everything her family has done to mine.
That I love her, God how much I love her and how much I hate myself for not telling her and for always waiting for the last moment to do so.
"Please." I was sobbing, shaking from the cold. I can't feel my body, as if it was cut off from me and only my head and part of my face remained. My tears are so frozen that I don't even have any. "Please, love, don't go, you promised." You promised.
The night in her room filled my mind. How I held her, how I kissed her, how I could feel almost every part of her body on me. How she moaned my name as I kissed her scars and how she looked at me as she kissed mine.
Maybe I should go with her, to a new world, a world where we might be together, that's why I close my eyes again, but this time I don't open them.
I'm painting her with my eyes in my mind.
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"They're here, my God, damn it! They're here! Aaron!" The voice in my head is whispering to me and I can barely make out the words as I listen to it. Sounds familiar, sounds like Harper. "For God's sake Aaron, you're not fucking dead are you?"
The touch on my shoulder feels real like I can actually feel nails digging into me or someone shaking me so hard that Maria almost falls out of my arms.
"Come on man, you can't die." A punch to the face and another punch to the face. I open my eyes and sure enough, Harper is there with a confused yet scared look on her face. His eyes are wide and his right hand is red. "Shit, I thought you were dead man, what the fuck!"
I blink once, look around. We're still in the freezer, but the door is open. I look up at Yi who has put one hand under my back, lifting me up.
"Come on, we have to get you warm." He muttered and then I glanced at the body in my arms.
My heart almost stopped and panic rose through my whole body. I can barely stand on my legs which wobble like a broken board while my hands are shaking from the cold.
