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hit me harder

Prompt: no prompt

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. Not in a big way, nothing drastic, maybe a simple smile a simple touch. His fingertips where as cold as his words and sometimes they would scar me. So I did everything in my power to move on, to get away. Obsessively working, staying out to late and leaving to early because I didn't want to be alone with him.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. When he found out I was blantly avoiding him and forming my escape plan he got angry. He was already a pretty angry person, so the added tension did the exact opposite of what I wanted. His heart got hotter and his eyes got colder and he hit me harder.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. At one point he took my phone and blocked all of my friends and family, deleting all of my social medias and banding me from doing anything but going to work and returning home. I went into one depressing spiral to hell and he was the devil himself.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. Only sometimes was he gentle and when we was, he wasn't. What I soon began to consider soft was everyone around me's rough. I was oblivious.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. The most prominent memory I have of my tall bright eyed devil is when I came home form work with a bruise he hadn't formed. It was one I got from hitting my elbow to hard on a table.

I can still taste his skin, the salty hand being pressed against my lips as he whispered cruel things into my ear. You're nothing Connor, absolutely worthless. You're lucky I  stick around to babysit you. I believed him.

I can still see his body as it stood over me when I landed on the ground after a hit kept me from standing. His feminine fists clenched and his jaw sharp.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. I didn't know what love was anymore or how it was supposed to feel. I forgot what pleasure was and suddenly the things that should of made me sad were mundane for me. That was, until I meet Troye.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. His hair was in thick curls and his body, one that was a type of lanky that was extremely attractive, moved to the beat of the music. I was in a bar with Mathew and he was being as possessive and abusive as ever when I spotted him.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice and he saved me, noticing my discomfort with my previous partner and approached us warily. I gave him a pleading look, which he stupidly ignored and when Mathew got rough with him for 'trying to tell him how to live' they decided to take it outside.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice, and he saved me. Troye almost died that day. Mathew beat him so bad he was unresponsive and that was the last straw. I didn't notice how screwed up he was until he was doing it to someone else and I ran from the scene crying. The police took Mathew away.

He had a heart like fire and eyes like ice and he saved me. I visited him at the hospital everyday for two months when he was eventually released and ever since then we've been a couple. He treats me the way boys are supposed to treat their boyfriends.

And I finally understand what love is, and he's kissing the past away one touch at a time.
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This was short and confusing sorry lol