"Why're you leaving?" he asked from behind me, as I turned to gaze longingly at him, tears blurring my vision. I grabbed another gun in a bundle of clothes, throwing it into my suitcase.
"I'm leaving," I started, my voice shaky and not its usual affirmative tone, "because I'm in love with somebody I can't have. Oh, there's so many things about me that I hate. I'm a weak, self-centered bitch, but all I really know is that I'm in love with you. And I can't have you. I don't deserve you. That's enough to make me leave. But it's not all."
"Then why?" he asks, his voice cracking unattractively, as his dark green eyes muddled with despair.
"So many things," I shook my head, burying my face in my hands. Like the fact that my gang probably wants my head on a spike right now.
"Why? Because I'm in love with you. And I want you," he told me, inching closer to me, warily.
"That doesn't mean I can have you," I informed him, looking up at him, as he stopped right in front of me. His arms slipped around my waist, loosely and carefully. He leaned in to rest his head against mine, matching our breaths in a beautiful synchronization.
"Yes, it does. I want you. You want me. Screw everything else," he told me, his voice strong and firm. His eyes betrayed no fear, just a fierce passion that slowly diffused itself into my bloodstream.
"We can't," I explained feebly, my heart racing at his touch, his fingers brushing softly against my bare skin, his minty breath caressing my face gently.
"Yes, we can," he reiterated, his tone terminal. I breathed out a shaky sigh, of relief or of fear, I didn't know. He looked into my eyes, his gaze smoldering, and I felt myself melt into him. My knees gave away, and I felt myself collapse, but his arms caught me before I fell to the cool concrete floor. He slowly lowered me, keeping his hands wrapped around me, his eyes apprehensive. All of that cleared at once, and before my mind caught up to what he was doing, he leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine firmly.
Slowly, I felt myself slip away.
But I didn't mind.
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Bloody Hearts ✔️
Teen FictionShe's been raised to be heartless. He's been raised to be ruthless. She feels trapped. He feels tied down. She is broken. He is bloody. They aren't perfect. They're beautiful. - - Adrianna has been leading the "Black Cobra" gang since her fa...
