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You Saved Me.. (Hayes Grier Fanfic)

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Time 4h 24m

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I have so much to tell you, but I don't know where to start. This is the beginning of giving you my heart.  I've been through a lot of sorrow, I've been forced to endure pain. I have had some feelings that I never could explain.  My heart has been shattered, time and time again. And I came close to believing that love was a sin.  Now all I have are pieces of a heart that once was whole. And I'm trying to fix the damage from where it took it's tole.  I'll be completely honest, I'm overcome with fear. I'm terrified of love because it only brings me tears.  I'm clinging to my heart, afraid of handing it to you, because I'm afraid that, like the others, you'll just crush it too.  If my heart breaks anymore, all I'll have left is dust. I'll be devoid of emotion, sanity, or trust.  So if I give you my heart, please handle it with care. Don't throw it to the ground and leave me swimming in dispair.  It's just so hard to love again when my heart is so worn out. I promise I'll try but please forgive me if I have doubts.  I just hold my breath and close my eyes as the two of us get shoved into this fearful nightmare we have come to know as love.All Rights Reserved

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Fall in love with an assassin

My heart was still beating. I thought I would have died the same day; under the debris of my car covered in blood, my hand locked into hers... Instead no! I was still alive maybe because my devilish side was stronger than my mortal one, or maybe because hell wasn't ready to welcome me yet. I had experienced death a thousand times, and I had always overcome it. Even now, I felt as if I had once again experienced the icy flames of hell. I didn't remember immediately what had happened, but slowly I put the pieces together in my mind, and everything was clear. The infection by now had spread throughout my body, and I had taken control of my mortal side confusing and inebriating myself. My story is written in blood. I think I will never be forgiven for what I did because I, for first, can't forgive myself. I'm sure you think I'm a disgusting person; a psycho killer. And you are right because I am this kind of person and even more. But everything I have done has brought me to a crossroad between hell and paradise, and now I know for sure which path I want to take. Don't judge me; just listen. My story doesn't certainly narrate pity and compassion, but now I know how little of my past belongs to me. I realized too late the true meaning of the word 'love' and, perhaps, now there is no more hope for me. Allow me, the child of Death, to tell you my story. Allow me to tell you how I sold my soul to the devil, just to be with her.