Without you

Without you

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Romance
He's everywhere, everywhere but here that is- I can still feel his soft pouty lips rubbing against mine as he tenderly kissed me I can still here his scratchy voice as he whispers quietly into my ear and although it happen a week ago I can still recall the memory of when I first found out... I had run into my room sobbing at the horrible news that came out of my weeping mothers soft,pink, chapped lips, and no matter how hard I tried i could only imagine who could have done such a horrible thing;From that day onwards i never knew one word could create such pain and loss ; only 2 syllables which caused so much grief I wish my mother could just take it back... But she couldn't... my best friend, boyfriend and the love of my life were all taken away from me with the single pull of a trigger, leaving a mark; not only in Nathan's heart but in mine too. And as he died everything I had, and was meant to be died along with him. Do I miss him? Of course, That's exactly why his killer will pay for everything he took away from me.
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I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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