She sat on my lap and kissed me as if she missed me. The room was Red, her skin was soft and she had a scent that could put me in a trance. Our tongues synchronized. Her kisses felt like the memories I have of us. Sweet and comforting. "I miss you, Rouge. I'm sorry." She whispered to me. She kissed my jaw to my neck. Though.. That didn't stop me from wanting to slit her throat. I slowly rose the tip of the knife to her back. Mission failed Read onAll Rights Reserved