When did I start to feel this way about my best friend? When did I begin to crave his everything?
His touch.
His smell.
His smile.
His attention.
His affection.
E v e r y t h i n g.
I play the naive roll, act cute and innocent, and in certain aspects I am. But on the inside, no one has a clue just how devilish I really am.
My name is Hell for a reason.
Hell Gemino.
