Ketchup Stains

Ketchup Stains

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The snow fell in fluffy white puffs all pure of every sense, contradicting himself; he could starkly feel the darkness ripping through the back of his mind, peeling back the curtain. The show has finally begun. As if turning on a hidden switch in an empty basement, the darkest part of Jeffery Samuel Frederick was vulnerably exposed. It wasn't long before people would start to piece the puzzle together, for the audience was watching now and even if he wasn't the star of the show, eyes would follow. 'For the eyes are the window to the soul', and Jeffery Fredericks in particular, were now shadowed over, forever.
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LOVE ME NOT 1 Something was off about this man. I couldn't put my finger on it, but his eyes-those cold, green eyes-said everything without him having to speak. His actions, his silence, the way he carried himself with an authority that shouldn't have been there, not for someone like him. It all felt... wrong. Why did he act like that? Why did he care at all? I watched him walk away, his black clothes blending with the shadows, his presence somehow both suffocating and distant. He had no right to be so cold, yet so... caring. And those eyes-those eyes that pierced through me like they were trying to figure me out. Like I was the puzzle he hadn't solved yet. Still. He's the one who ruin me. Completely.

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