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Our gazes locked.

His pained expression shifted to regret.

One hand reached out and lifted a strand of my hair.

''So beautiful,'' he whispered, rubbing it between his bloody finger and thumb.

He shuddered and fell back.

My long hair trailed slowly through his fingers as his body slid off the blade.

The frogs and crickets continued their night song.

The sounds of traffic came back to life.

But all those sounds, those sounds that had no idea what had just happened, were muted by my loud, ragged breaths.

Why me?

-Darkness Becomes Her

Darkness becomes her //JackxElsa Where stories live. Discover now