bluewritess
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- Parts 17
𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 my oversized white shirt. I stumble back, but his strong body stops me from falling down. He sighs, as he gently buries his head to the curved side of my neck, and the starts of my shoulder. He envelops me with his defined broad arms, straight to my stomach. Eyes closed as he takes me in, breathing deeply, heavily. Taking my perfume into his nostrils.
"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞?"
Because - what I touch... I destroy. I destroy what I touch, and... I will not waste time before destroying you as well. And - I don't know how else to explain that I don't truly mean to destroy. But I can't stop myself from doing so.
𝑬𝑳𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑯 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶, always felt this magnet pull to go back to her old ways. Recognisable and so -questionable ways. Hesitance to continue with her manners to be nice, her approaches to be good and polite. But the world - kept pushing her to the edge to her old ways. Once again. Yet again.
She didn't know whom she was before then. She doesn't remember, but she remembered those words that kept her up and her five year old.
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝."