Love is dangerous, there's no guarantee that it'll be as pure as fairytales, or as corrupted as a villains heart.
(Look, it needs some serious editing but I really don't feel like it. )
I wrote this abt 3 years ago and I don't like nor necessarily...
Murder is an unforgivable sin, That's what we were taught as kids. Murder is a sin and love is a gift. But what happens when fall you so deeply in love with someone that you kill anyone who has more then a platonic relationship with them? Is love still a gift? Is murder still a sin? Or can God find it in his heart to forgive and forget? My name is Nene Yashiro and I'm in love with a boy who i'd do anything for.
I'm in love with this girl who I've known since I was 3. I made a promise that I'll never let anyone touch her, she's mine and only mine. She just doesn't know that yet... she doesn't know how badly I long to hold her and kiss her. My Name is Yugi Amane and I'll do anything for her, even murder.
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It's become an annual thing. I wake up at 5:30am to the sound of my parents yelling, sometimes over trivial things like who has to be up in time everyday, other times, they would argue about not-so trivial things such as my father spending all of our money at bars and how a cigarette is constantly smoking at his lips, no matter where he is. The smell...it's disgusting. Once my father has enough of my mothers bitching, that's when things start to get violent.
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then I get dressed for school and walk around outside for the next few hours. I get home later in the day only to find my deadbeat of a father sleeping on the couch. I go to my room and think about Amane until I fall asleep.
Knock knock
Somebody was knocking on my front door. If I didn't get up to answer it they would wake my father up and there's nothing worse than my father when he's in a bad mood. I pryde my eyes open and dragged myself to the front door, opening it. when I opened the door I was met with Amane leaning against the railing of my porch.
"Amane?" "Why are you here?"I tilted my head to the side as I spoke in a curious tone
"Oh? Am I not allowed to visit you?" He said with a smug smirk on his face.
