Evanescent | h.s.

Evanescent | h.s.

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We met underground. We met on roughly cushioned seats, seats that hurt when sat on but are also oddly comfortable. We met in a mobilized tin can. We met in between paved dirt walls, moving quickly underneath busy streets. But we didn't exactly meet. It was more watching. I saw him. I saw him on his tin seat, the seat across from mine. And, thus, my infatuation began.
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"You're making a deal with the devil, darling. I mean that quite literally." He slowly takes a step closer to me, but I keep my eyes on the ground. The sound of the gravel being kicked up by his boots makes breathing harder. I swallow the lump in my throat and let out a shaky breath. "I know. But his life means more to me than my own." [ COMPLETED ]

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