She was a bullet and he was a gun. All it took was one taste of danger until he shot her free from the net that entrapped her in darkness. He held her hand and made her his queen. The wind swept her hair and the leaves bowed at her feet. She was so far gone. Yet he found her and brought her back with scars all over. He was addictive. And she was already intoxicated. Clara Pessonthorn & Landon Flur; the only oil and water that ever combined. Inspired by The 1975's Robbers [ SHORT STORY / COMPLETED ] Cover by me © 2017 by teenagetears