She fell asleep.
Serenity groaned mentally. Just what the hell was he doing? His current
situation: sitting on the living room floor of Alice's apartment with her
head in his lap.
Alice Nightray. The hateful girl who destroyed many people's life. His high
school classmate. His best friend's ex-girlfriend. Now? An vulnerable girl
hiding much mystery.
The way Alice was right now, it was like Serenity didn't know her. She was
completely child-like in the way she nuzzled in to his lap, her hair strewn
all over her tear-streaked face. Her hands were curled in to sweaty fists by
her face, and her long legs folded up to her chest. Her pleated black skirt
was absolutely crumpled.
Seriously. Was he expected to just believe that there was more to her than
just her cold-heartedness? After everything she did, was he supposed to give
her a chance to explain all this new-found mystery? After that, could he
forgive her?
She hurt his little sister. She hurt his sister's friends. She wanted to
kill him. More importantly, he wanted to kill her.
So, after all the unforgivable and unforgettable sins she committed, why was
he unable to raise a hand to the Alice that was curled on his lap?
Damn it, he didn't understand anything anymore.
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Meltdown
RomanceDestroy. If I destroy everything, then they can't hurt me. That's right. That's all I have to do. This is the story of a mentally disturbed girl and the man who brought her through it.
