If someone asked you about Sabrina Dismass you'd either say; what a bitch, that girl can fight, or whats wrong with that girl anyways? The wild mare, the untameable wolf, the rouge cat. Everyday she steals 70 minutes off of her life, by filling her lungs with tar. Her therapy for her shattering background, broken mind, heart, and brain lies in a cigarette. Everyone gave up on her. No one understands the mint-scented girl. No one can ever get close enough.
If someone asked you about V, short for Vern, Griffiths, 3 top things said are; "Man, that guy's great", "O.M.G., V is so hot", or " isn't he the cliche 'Golden Boy'?" The obedient dog, the charming tiger, the selfless dolphin. A* grades all round, football captain and centre player, his therapy; being apart of something more than himself, for his secrets of his past. A star in all eyes, hiding his fault past, but no one truly seems to understand him. No one is ever as close as they think.
Secrets never stay secrets. Who cares if they aren't revealed now? It's only a mater of time, darling.
WARNING: I'm a sucker for cliche stuff with twists so this will be such a cliche. If you don't like it then, go away. Anyways also there is mature language sooooo. Yeah. Enjoy!!!!
Clio Cromwell's life is good. Plain and simple. She has her own secrets she likes to hide, but it's never got in the way of her plain goodness. The goodness that's starting to bore her.
Asshai Hamilton also has a secret, one he shares with Clio. Does a simple bond pull them together or is it more complicated than that
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"I know what you are," he simply stated.
His green eyes stop storming but never looked at her easily, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for an answer. Clio hadn't noticed he'd dropped the tight grip of her wrist, and breathed hoping to inhale some knowledge.
She could smell a mix of smoke and aftershave, alluring her into his eyes.
"What am I?", she replied.
To be fair she wasn't playing some mind games, what did he mean by this. As in she knows what she is, Romeos brother, or possibly he knows what my friends are like, or possibly he knows shes lonely. She looked at him quizzically, for what she truly was he couldn't know, not if he was from here.
"I don't smell it on you. Its not running through your veins and pumping around your heart. If the room was silent I wouldn't even be able to hear your heart beat, you don't make me want to rip you apart."