Stalking (then) Killing?

Stalking (then) Killing?

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Bum's contact on Sangwoo hadn't broken even once. He just stared that is until Sangwoo gave the most bone chilling smile and mouthed something that turned Bum's blood cold. 'I know what you did.' -This is a Killing Stalking "fan fiction" but with more of a twist. I DO NOT own the pictures I will be using throughout this fan fiction or the characters themselves however I DO own the plot. I'm sorry I cannot provide you the actual artists of these pictures-
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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