He reached into his pocket and pulled out 5 rose pedals...
5 black and white rose pedals and spread them on his grave. Before he stepped off the podium, he grabbed my wrist and kissed my cheek and then he licked his hand and rubbed it down my face. He dug his nails into my wrist causing blood to wonder the surface of my hand. He shoved me into his chest and kissed my cheek once more he put on and then took off his sunglasses looking straight into my eyes and I saw the glare of death, but at the same time his eyes were asking for forgiveness.
I stepped on his foot and then is when the audience paid attention, when I paid attention he was wearing a mask the entire time. He went up to my ear and whispered I ...
" I saw the same look in his eyes fear ..., except he...,"
I spoke and sang and when my mother and dawn looked down at me from the podium, they had a hint of worry deep within their eyes.
I turned on the news for the first time in a couple months, and I wish I hadn't. Once again, I didn't learn from my last mistake, and saw the study of the crime scene plastered on the screen.
"No...," her voice cracking she cried if louder than the laughter of the individual at the funeral, " NOOOOOOOOOOO!! "
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Luna's Story
Terrorhey guys this is faithr392069, and I'm getting help from both my friends batmanndeadpool and harleyquinngr and don't worry I will make parts on nobody said it was easy my other book so check out that if u didn't already, but this story is about a gi...
