So I did. Every time I'd feel the slightest of an urge, I wrote it in that book. I had to start putting in loose pages because the book was so full.
Here's a page.
24. May. 7:32 pm.
Gaeb is so beautiful. I love him. I want to murder him. Imagine how pretty if he had lungs filled with blood. What if some of it spilled out his mouth, and down his chin? Dripped off?
What if it coated his pearly whites and made them pearly red?
God I love him so much.
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A lot of the time that's how these little entries go. Gaeb wanted to read some. I told him no.
He could never read them. I know for a fact, once he does, the urges will overpower me.
He'll die.
YOU ARE READING
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.
