Contained

Contained

RoseHoran2
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 5, 2014
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"I'm done!," "Done?," He asks weakly. "DONE, Harry, I'm done! With you! With us! With trying to fix this fucked up relationship, And your fucked up life! All you're doing is dragging me down with you, And I can't let that happen, I'm so tired of this, Of trying, And trying, And getting my hopes up, and thinking that maybe one day, You MIGHT actually change for me, And get your shit together, But you've broken that hope, its gone, And i'm gone, Bye Harry," I say as I try and hold in the tears but end up doing a really shitty job. "No, Alex don-," He trys to rush the words out, And begins to make his way towards me, Standing by the door. But I cut him off and put my hand up to stop him. "No, Harry, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore," I say in almost a whisper, And turn to open the door, To leave. "Alexis! Babe, Plea-," "Don't. Just stop, And don't follow me," I reply harshily, And slam the door in his face.
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Borrowed Time [h.s.]

As he stepped through the threshold of the door, the light illuminated his golden skin. He must have been at least six feet tall. There was a frown plastered across his face. His brown hair fell effortlessly into sloppy yet perfect curls. His eyes were a piercing shade of green and bore into her like he could see through her clothes, or even through her skin. Eget looked him up and down. He wore trousers and a button up - all black. His button up shirt had the first two buttons undone displaying twin sparrow tattoos that decorated his already perfect skin. The only semblance of color, if you could call it that, that broke up the black outfit was a glimmering silver cross that dangled on a chain hanging between the birds. He fingered a gun attached to his belt, and his chelsea boots squeaked on the wooden floor of the room Eget waited in. "Hello, darling," the man said slowly in a deep raspy voice with a thick accent. "You've gotten us into quite a mess." _______________________________________________________________________________ A sacrifice for a friend. A debt to be paid. When Eget Cohen's life gets turned upside down, she never expected to fall for the man behind it. //TW: sexual content, illegal activities, lots of weird names//

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