Please

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"Please, let me see her. Please, just one more time."

I never thought my life would come to this; begging to see the girl I loved one more time before I died. One more chance to tell her that I loved her. One more chance to tell her how beautiful she is, and one more chance to tell her that I'm sorry. But here I was, begging to see her, knowing in the back of my mind they would never let me. They know who she is, they know what she could do.

"Oh, Sunshine" He said with a sneer, "You really are stupid, aren't you?"

All of his pathetic little followers started to snicker. I really wanted to slap that sneer off of his ugly face.

The thing was, I knew they were right. She was famous, god dammit. If she found out what they were going to do to me, everyone would know, and their little Order would be torn down faster than a piece of wet paper.

In the back of my head, I knew she could give zero fucks if I died or not. She could care less if I showed up at her door with a bullet through my head. She would turn my body into the cops and be settled down with her new lover by the end of the hour.

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So... Whatcha think?? I wrote this the last day of spring break, but I guess I never had any ideas to continue it... I guess I have some basic ideas, but if you have any thoughts for the story, dm me them I guess...

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