Struggling to rise, it seemed as though millions of invisible hands conspired to keep me pinned. My consciousness ebbed and flowed, a relentless tide.
As I teetered on the brink of mortality, the weight of my unspoken emotions for him remained my silent burden.
YOU ARE READING
I AM IN LOVE WITH THE DEVIL HIMSELF
Romance"You resemble her so much. You have her eyes, her hair, her nose, ah, and even that beautiful curve of her eyebrows," he slurred. The way he emphasized "her eyebrows" sent shivers down my spine. To my horror, he produced a razor.
