thetimeisnowxoxo
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I watched her fall. I held her hand as she descended the stairs of danger, leaving every inhibition behind. She trusted me, and I let that pretty face believe I was capable of loving. But as much as I wanted to try and ignore it, she had changed me. That pretty face that I thought I had wrapped around my finger, was the same silly girl that handcuffed me to her as I escorted her down those forsaken stairs.
The trust of the innocent is the lair's most useful tool. ~Stephen King