Lilith has had a rough life.
Neglected
forced to grow up young,
and distant form most of her peers alongside from two of her friends who are more enticed by the thought of popularity than anything else. Though after she met Scott everything chang...
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He was everything a girl could want; he was handsome, adonis even. There was this light inside his eyes that showed you darkness in his heart in all whiles, his lips didn't speak a word. That dark color of his hair made you want to run your fingers through it, roll around in it even- not worrying if you got just a little dirty. The thought to taste his soft lips and to wonder the words he spoke and wanted to speak though he never could. There was this strength he only let curtain people see. It wasn't physical strength although he did have that as well, it was more of an emotional type of strength. He never was one to place guilt apon anyone, only used logic and the truth. The words in which he spoke seemed to be crafted only for him to say in tone which he spoke could send even the most unromantic of a beaning into some sort of state of admiration. His touch sinful laced with both pain and passion in just one embrace. Then there was his soul.
Wounded,
Dark,
Twisted...
Wounded by battles of past and scarred by the words, and actions he was forced to endure. The Darkness due to the lost in his light along his life-line's path. Then there was the twisted, for the ideas he, himself had created among his life in what he desired. I should have known.. I should have known he was a hunter and I should have known I was his unknowing pray...
