Peter's Point of view:
Her soft skin pressed up against mine as I thrust slower and purposefully into her.
"Oh God Peter." Her voice echoes in my mind.
I lean my head into the crook of her neck and smell that familiar intoxicating scent she always possessed.
She's so...Beautiful.
I feel her fingers lightly run down the front of my chest and I groan when she hits the special spot. It's my knife wound.
Kevin...
I hear her soft moans as she drags her plump lips across my skin and transports me to a world of love and ecstasy. Is this even humanly possible?
"Mm Selena, I love you." I whisper into her ear.
"I know Peter, Me too."
She gasps out to me. I thrust in one last time and feel myself empty. I groan into her hair and feel her hands wrap around my neck. Keeping me to her. Close to her heart.
I blink awake and feel the sweat on my body. Heaving breaths in and out. That was just a memory, Peter, Just a memory. I look to my right and see nobody.
"SELENA?" I yell in question.
No one answers.
"Selena?"
Maybe she went out for her run. I open my closet to pull out my shorts for my daily walk. A sharp pain comes from my right breast and I examine it. A small scar in the shape of a dot, looks fresh. What the hell? How did that happen? What did I do yesterday? Why can't I remember?
I grab the bright green shorts and slip them on over my underwear. Maybe I just need to relax? take a jog?
Here I Go.
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...
