When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "...
❝He was filled with both the best and worst things; bad and good, but that's what tempted me. To think that he could both fix my soul and, also, that his needed fixing.❞ in which she must make a choice for herself; whether to live or to exist. ☁ {set in 1850.} ☁ © purelyhxrry c o m p l e t e d .
i dont know what happened between us but it sure as fuck hurt. (fictional short story).