She pulled the knife from her chest, crimson liquid dripping onto the concrete. For once, the coldness of the silver from the knife didn't frighten him; instead, he was met with a cold humour, the look of a woman who had been shunned too long.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" she chuckled, dropping the knife.
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Genders as always may be reversed.
Cinder ♡
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