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"Let's make it official" She says, flicking her burnt out cigarette to the floor. The night sky spanned above them, the insects singing in the woods behind them. Time was forgotten long ago, only the small light of the cigarette buds and the conversations shared between them . A smirk creeps into his face at her words.

"I thought you didn't do boyfriends" He teases. She scoffs in response, laying back down on the hood of the car. Her hair spread around her like some sort of gothic halo, the onyx colour blending with the metallic black of the car.

"You're right, I don't do boyfriends. So when I say 'official' I don't mean endearing nicknames or sappy, romantic dinners. Just a simple commitment between two people, who hold mutual attraction" She shrugs. He chuckles, his finger tracing her skin.

"You're mine, I'm yours. Simple" He adds in simpler terms. She hums in agreement, her voice low. He scans her, noticing her eyes slowly close. Her breath came out in soft exhales, the cold air creating a white cloud. He wished he could say she looked peaceful while she slept, but that wasn't the case. She looked as if at any moment she could jump and slice you open. It's something he expected from a girl like her. She was his, and he was her's.