I just stared at him. He found it. He found my journal.
The entries.
The fantasies.
He'd found it. Read it. He knows.
Watching as he stared at the words in horror I could feel it.
He looks so beautiful when he's terrified.
It wasn't helping. I could now feel it. Overpowering me. It was stronger than ever now. I couldn't ignore it and I couldn't just accept it either.
I had to Quench it.
The urge.
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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.
