"I'd love nothing more than to wrap my fingers around your pale throat!" "Whats stopping you?" "How can I rid of something thats keeping me alive? 'You're the poison coursing through my veins.Keeping whats left of me, in one shattered piece." A puff of smoked left his pink lips, nothing but the lit cigarette casted light onto his mouth. The cold air nipping at my fragile skin. There he stood leaning against the dirty old brick wall of the alley. I assume his usual scowl covering his un shaven face. "You really do love me in your own sick twisted way?" "Oh flower you have no idea."All Rights Reserved