Adrenaline vigorously pumps through my veins, increasing the drive I have to continue and finish what I have started.
"W-why are you doing this to me?" the young man with pleading, big brown eyes stutters.
I laugh to myself. It was so simple why. I drag my right index finger across the soft skin stretched across his cheekbone, staring deep into his eyes as if I were looking into his soul.
His eyes were beautiful. Most people saw brown eyes as such a boring color to own. His eyes, though. They were a light brown, chocolatey, and warming. Irresistible.
"Because, I love you."
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Feathers (a Phanfiction)
FanfictionObsession (n.) - a state in which someone thinks about someone or something constantly or frequently, especially in a way that is not normal. "Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind" - Munia Khan (Used to be named Cute but Pyscho)
