A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
A/N: I wanted to thank my special friend Raven-romanoff who drew this for my fic! So beautiful and sweet. Makes me feel like I'm there with him 🥺🥰 I want to thank the people that read this. I've worked to hard on it and it is truly my heart. Enjoy!
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"Lonely float got in the way
You are the feel, and knew it anyway
Take a chance, it wasn't what you know
Take my hand, and don't let go
Oh, ooh ooh
And you can do it,
Don't break
Yeah, you'll pull through it,
You're safe
Yes, you can do it
Don't break
Yeah, you'll pull through it,
You're safe
Tell her on how you feel,
Give her every say she needs to hear
Give your heart, and say come take it
And she will see you're a good man
Oh, ooh ooh
And you can do it,
Don't break
Yeah, you'll pull through it,
You're safe
Yes, you can do it
Don't break
Yeah, you'll pull through it,
You're safe
Yes, you can do it,
Don't break
Yeah, you'll pull through it,
You're safe.."
-Sia
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Iris felt she was being pulled to him as if her were magnetic. She moved in close to him, never averting her gaze, and put her hand on his cheek and then gently moved her hands down to his bruised ribs. He was not sure what she was doing, but she bent down and slowly brought her velvet soft lips to his ribs and kissed his bruises which left crimson lip prints all over his torso. Arthur was on fire.
