the man, in his twisted mind could tell the girl was traumatized; that this was the closest she's been to death. he figured she was a virgin-pure book lover. maybe she wants to go to france, or paris.
he read her like a menu, except food choices were replaced with torture methods and downright sick things that would make anyone gasp.
but when his eyes met hers, it was his turn to gasp. her eyes, like the ocean blue, reminded him of his first lover; his first victim. except this woman's eyes were full of innocence.
he knew he couldn't hurt her.
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west coast ☆ joji miller
Fanfiction❝ our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose ❞ or venus loves a murderer
