Sometimes I like to close my eyes, count to 3 and think about her. Sometimes I swear I had caught a whiff of her scent. That intoxicating mixture of fruit and cigarette smoke. Damn, how I loved that stuff. However, I laid there on the damp soil, where we used to exist together... the slimy pond water slowly crept up to my body, ready to swallow me whole and I didn't give a fuck. Really, I mean what did I have to lose. I glanced up at the sky, searching for the stars, even though I knew there was no use, those were gone too. The polluted air had already wiped out any trace of beauty in New York.
Back then, I used to be normal, I used to go to school, have friends, a family, and then everything fell apart. No, of course, I fell in love... a love I knew I could never have. Although, that didn't matter because I thought it would just be a stage of my life that would disappear someday, our memories washing away, but I learned that with her that would never happen until the day I was dead. No longer was I "Elijah Frost" a regular schoolboy born into the perfect all American family. I fucking fell in love, and when everything else went to shit... destiny found me.
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The Boy Of Fire And Ice
RomanceHe had the darkest of thoughts, yet he saw the most light. He was a boy of fire and ice. She was a girl of mystery and passion. Perfume and menthol black 100's were her latest fashion. This story transports the reader into the lives of Elijah Frost...
