He walked towards me and straddled my lap, looking down at the razor he held between us. My brows knit in confusion as he grabbed my hand, placing the razor in it.
When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were starting to glass over and instead of being gray they were now blue.
Taking a deep breath he said words I never thought he would.
"Cut me."
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Murder You
Romance"Sometimes, I get these urges." "To do what?" "Murder you." …Or the one where a boy feels the need to murder his boyfriend.
