She had this unwavering confidence that he was fascinated with.
No one would dare to touch her.
He assumed that's why she liked the night so much.
There was no danger for her, no one who could dominate her.
She walked in pitch black darkness.
She was as cold and as intimidating as the night.
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RomantizmShe was broken. But she was beautiful. He was damaged. But he loved her. ~ rankings ~ #43 in Grunge
