"Dylan...he loved me." I was still digesting the fact he said it. "Karter, I do love you." The way his lips formed when he said "I love you". Why would...is he being paid like for why would he say that? He doesn't actually love me, it has to be a trick. He's probably just testing to make sure if someone says it out there I won't fall for them and shot them in the face. I think? I hope? I'm not a math problem I don't want to be set up.
He loves me. He loves me. I said there on the edge of my bed staring into oblivion. Processing those 3 words that corrupt my mind. Those 3 words could make or break my emotional state. Those 3 words could change me. Those silly 3 words with its composition of 8 letters, 5 vowels, 3 consonants....those 3 words changed my life. I shot my up so quick and stood ignoring the fact that I was light headed and came to the sudden realization...HE LOVES ME.
I ran quickly to find him. I knocked one time two times three times no answer. I pounded on the door and said "Dylan, let me in I have to talk to you." Still no answer. Oh maybe he's at the cafeteria or the gym I ran as fast as my legs could carry me (which is pretty fast considering I was so fucking sore from the wound) I finally found him but not how I wanted to. I dropped to my knees...
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Story of the unknown
FantasíaKarter is a 17 year old girl from what's left of Ft Campbell. When the world loses all animal species, scientist develop a new method of hunting and recreation. It's called the Game. Enjoy! (: Read my best friends book: User// AngelEngland143 Bo...
