It Still Hurts (Jalex)

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The metal was cold against my skin as I answered the door for the one I hate the most. But for today, I had to pretend like everything was fine.

It's not.

I opened the door and he smiled. I almost killed him right then and there.

But instead, I let him in and smiled as words like 'I'm so fucking sorry' spilled out of his lips.

He's not sorry.

And neither am I.

"Jack, I need to get something for you, sit down." Jack complied and sat on the white couch.

He looked so pretty, but how much more prettier would he look in flames?

I took the gasoline and held onto my match and lighter. Walking down the stairs with the two, I smiled as Jack's eyes went wide. He tried to run away, but the door was jammed.

I straddled him, pouring gasoline all over his grey shirt.

Then I did the same to me.

I don't know why he was so surprised.

I took a match from the box and lit it, taunting the scared boy in front of me with it.

But as soon as he thought he was dead, I lit myself on fire.

And you know what Jack did?

He hugged me.

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It's official all of my books end with death. Whoops.

I love you so much don't light yourself on fire!!