She was honey. Her voice was sweet, her laughter nearly as addictive, the way she would slowly speak as if to hang on to every word, the golden glint in her eyes everytime she would smile. She embodied every aspect of the word, and he was sick of it. He was sick of the way her words would cover his senses in thick haze, how when she looked his way he could feel an ache in his back left molar, how her carmel scent became intoxicating when she leaned back in her desk, he hated how unaware of how sickly sweet she was. However, they say you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE CREATOR, Haruichi Furudate. I'll try my best to update every Saturday at 12 pm EST.
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