BEFORE U PROCEED:
Work in progress, kinda bad, school scheculed, long timer, enjoyable hopefully, made by mwah, probably no comments and such, butt I write to my amusement or until somebody comments, or if I have more time. So........ you may began...
Honestly, I am super sorry for the abrupt ending. But I want to concentrate on a new project I'm working on, based on Greek Mythology. My first attempt, I did not like very much, and I just got this brilliant idea, wee hours ago.
So those who've stayed, I'm honestly in your reading debt. And people who actually anything of this unique piece, I thank you.
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It's literally been three days, since I killed a man.
"It was not your fault," Lucian assured me, sitting next to me in a chair. I refused to cry again, as I muttered the opposite.
My mom was getting treatment, and apparently Lucian was such a good fighter he only needed a couple of stiches. No charges were aginst me, since I helped the police kill a wanted suspect. But that did not stop me and my over eating guilt.
"I think I need a ward to make me convince myself that it wasn't my fault," I told Lucian. He sighed, and suddenly grabbed my hand. He placed it on his chest, and I felt his heart beat.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
"Do you feel that?" I nodded, hesistantly aware of the heat from his body.
"Do you fell any urge to make it go away?" He asked me, looking at me seriously. I shook my head quickly. He dropped my hand, "Great, so it isn't your fault."
My face flitted into sadness, my hand felt cold.
I placed it under the hospital covers. And I sighed. "Lucian?"
Lucian looked at me in attention. "I'm sorry," I told him.
He just nodded, and began to get up. "I will be guarding the door."
A pulse of annoyance spiked in my heart, and before he was out of reach, I grabbed him. I pulled him with all my strength towards, and I bravely planted my lips on his. I attmepted to match all the feelings that consumed me when I was with him. I tried to express my annoyance, my doubt, my hope and my new found term called love.
I loved Lucian Grey, and I always knew it.
He responded almost immdeiately, and I was lucky that the hospital bed was big enough to situate two hormonal teens. I pulled away first, searching his eyes for forgiveness. I was truly and honestly expecting a blan face, and I gasped when I saw a tear slipping down his face.
He kissed me hard once before pulling away. "Don't you ever do that again," he whispered fiercely in my hair. I nodded, just as obeident. I never was going to make that mistake again.
"Well, it seems like I need to give you two the dreaded talk, don't I?" a voice commented. We broke off, as I began to blush intensely. Lucian looked un fazed as he replied to my mother.
