Dusk Till Dawn
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Last published Tue, May 22, 2018
"What the hell do you think your doing?! Do you just think that killing yourself is gonna solve any of this?!"
I stood there, frozen in place as tears streamed down my face, like waterfalls that never truly had a destination. Tears that were full of salt, painful salt burned my damp cheeks.
I took one last look at him, hoping to find some positivity in his eyes, positivity any of this. But I was only met with green, glossy eyes that only brought one word to head... pain.
He closed his eyes, allowing his tears to fall in streams before looking up at me and spoke words that only made me fall deeper into the depths of my guilt. My sickening guilt...
"Don't you understand that I love you...?"
This is the rewritten version of "dusk till dawn." The original version of this story will not be updated and possibly will be deleted due to its lack of plot and messy timeline. Thank you for understanding and enjoy this new rewritten story.
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