Viktor Chase

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2nd December, 2014            12:00 am

His skin was like pale Velvet. When he walked out of the pool, beads of water shone on his skin like diamonds.

I had this very urge to run my fingers down his arm. Feeling his glistening skin through my rough fingers .

His sentences were not limited to full stops- he spoke with drunk gentleness not caring what others thought of him.

He laughed like he knew a secret; a secret or rather a funny memory he didn't please to share knowing they wouldn't find it as funny as he did.

His eyes- languidly opened and a shade too light for the stunning sky blue- calm and serene like the ocean.

And the way he ran a hand- his hands perpetually stained with ink- through his wet white mane.

I knew I went insane.

And I knew he loved himself.

But I didn't.

I didn't either when he killed himself.

[a/n] : I'm a better writer drunk than sober.

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