Phoenix watched her closely, his eyes darting down to her tongue that poked out briefly to wet her lips. He was being unwaveringly blunt, but that was just him. He wanted this girl; he knew that now. He was over being cautious and considerate- he didn't care about that shit anymore. Soft, beautiful, and sweet, Penelo...
"Your like Bambi, my own personal Bambi." He said with a smirk across his face. "So fragile and carefree, I would love to know if you taste like one."
It all started when a good girl met a bad boy and they fell in love. (WARNING: i wrote this when i was thirteen)
Rupture: [noun] a separation into parties or within a party; a schism. In a world of destruction, riot, and division, she was set to kill all, stopping at none. Then he came along, and he reminded her of what it was like to feel. When everybody else chose the rupture, they chose to unite.