I look at you and know.
You are my world.
You are what I've been dreaming of.
So, when I told you how I felt...
Why do you run? Why did your eyes look scared? Why didn't you look back?
If you did look back, I would have stopped myself. I would have held your gaze and convinced you that you had nothing to be afraid of. I love you.
I look at you with love. You look at me with a blank gaze. Your body is cold but I don't mind. Even as your blood drips down my hands and your body weighs me down, you are my world.
YOU ARE READING
Horror Shorts
HorrorA bunch of short horror stories. Some of them are seriously short. I'm not kidding. Hope you get blown away. That is, if you give this book a try. . . . . Would really appreciate that. Imma go now.
