A DARK ROMANCE SERIES ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ A. V. I'm a monster, while he's a good person... It's not like I didn't have a choice, I chose to be one. How can I survive in this godforsaken world when all my surroundings choose to be evil too? You know, it's a sin to be weak when you're living in a broken system, where animals are more human than humans themselves. Living. I'm alive but I felt like death's always at my doorsteps. Surviving. Do I get by the next day too? What about the next following days? Playing justice. I'm just pretending to put law on my hands because I'm too tired of the government dooming us, making us look stupid than ever. HIM. He is so kind at fault. A definition of a saint. I wonder if that's really him... or just hiding behind a cheap mask...? ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ K. K. She never was a monster, while I never was a good person. I'm not a saint nor I'm anything that she sees me. I'm only good because she tells me so. I'm at her beck and command if she throws me her words. I love the way she spares me her small glances, hiding away behind a sugary facade that I wanna tear apart, and God forbid me but I badly want to bend for her. Behind everything, the mask, the encounter, the intentions, it was... *smirks* God forgive me for I have sinned. She looks brighter with more color. She looks beautiful when she doesn't suppress her smile. She looks peaceful when she doesn't feel any pain. Lastly, she looks like my woman if she has my last name. Survive, my love.