Saints And Sinners
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Her eyes kept me caged, piercing through my soul, shining with unshed tears. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath "you can't keep doing this. You can't push me away and expect me to come back when you apologise because whether you mean it or not, the things you say, they hurt, Elijah, so know that if you do this, if you push me away" her eyes opened, and it seemed they were made of steel "I won't come back again" it seemed to me that time slowed down.
I looked into her eyes, the same eyes that could take my breath away with just a single look and I remembered why I was doing what I was doing "I do mean it, Sage, you mean nothing to me" she stepped back and the look of betrayal on her face was enough to make me want to apologise for every sin I'd ever commit.
But I held myself back, reminding myself that I was doing this to protect her. That no matter how much I loved her we could never be together. It didn't matter that we both commit the same sins, mine were far worse, because I'd enjoyed it, she did it for the people she loved and that would always make her more pure than I deserved.
For she was a SAINT and I was a SINNER
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