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Paradise and Hellfire (Jacob)

So, this is love. Well shit.

Everyone always said, "You'll know when you find the one." Well, I fucking didn't. And now I may be too late. It's all my fault.

I can't lose her yet! No one gets it. Almost FIVE YEARS spent in love with her, and she doesn't even know my name. Well, maybe she does, I don't fucking know.

She tried again last night. I know she did. The gun, the blood... it's indisputable. She must really hate everyone. If she wants to leave that badly, fine, let the girl. At least, she'll finally be happy.

Oh, who am I kidding. I'd just end up fucking dying too. That doesn't help anyone. Well... not really, no. Maybe.

With sleep loomimg over the horizon, my husky figure hurdles onto the matress and prepared for the task at hand: okay, it's useless, I'll never call her for real.

She's just so sweet. Like soda. Speaking of which... wonder what she tastes like... yum.

Ha. But really. She's my world... without her, life loses color. Who needs anyone in the world when you can have someone so perfect. So, so perfect.

Yeah, I love her. Her face. Her name. Just saying it gives me chills. Ebony Mascrie. She's amazing.

But what do I know. Not like she's my 'everything' or like I'd 'die for her' or anything. Hell, I'm not that in love. Damn it.

Well, fuck. Might as well go die. Of course, why not. Shit. I'm already pretending I'm out of time like she is. Fuck.

She's like my home. I could get lost in eyes like that, shining like a moon over Paradise Island. It's too bad Paradise is in flames. Burning up. Chared. Satan must love a good ash-riden goodbye. Brimstone, Hellfire and shit. She'd love it if she heard me talk like that. What a bitch. I love it.

So what I'm crazy? My mind may tend to wander back to her time and again... she just can't die on me! Not that I blame her for wanting to leave this Hell-riden place. It's not her fault! Fuck the people who say it is. Fuck them. Fuck it... fuck.