His hair was matted by blood, but the tangle of his curls still reminded me of our mornings together.
His eyes stared aimlessly into space, but the bright blue color was still freshly hidden in my memory.
His T-shirt was slightly moved, so I could see his tattoo of a bird on his collarbone. The memory of the times I had brushed my finger over this tattoo still gave me weak knees.
His lips didn't posses the soft red color they once had anymore, but I could still remember the feeling they gave me when they were pressed against mine.
His lean, muscled body still looked the same, but the life inside of it had been drained out.
Someone killed my boyfriend and I was determined to find his killer.
I would never give up,
Over my dead body.
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Over My Dead Body
Misterio / SuspensoThe only man Alessia has ever loved is dead. She'll never feel the warmth of his arms around her anymore. She'll never be able to look into his beautiful eyes and see the love he holds for her. She'll never be able to kiss him anymore, to feel his l...
