The young woman fell to her knees with an exasperated sigh. Time seemed to stand still even through her racing thoughts. A freezing gust of wind whipped against her rosy cheeks. Her hazy hazel eyes looked up to the trees, watching the snow-covered branches blow in the wind.
Her pale fingers ran through her chocolate brown hair while sighing once more. The curled tousles of hair fell into place to frame her face. Her blonde tips began blowing again in the cold wind.
The brunette held the gun up to her head with a deep breath. As the barrel touched up to her temple, a creeping feeling came up her spine. The cold breeze became freezing in a instant. Something kept her on edge until she finally turned around to see what made her so tense.
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Devil Dearest
RomanceA young woman on the verge of suicide finds an unlikely companion within her last words. Both longing for someone to give them a chance, they form a friendship on the ideals of not being lonely. Who is this new friend? The fallen angel himself. ::T...
