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Is It Worth It?

Is It Worth It?

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing2h 45m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 10, 2013
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******THIS STORY HAS ALOT OF ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE JUST A FAIR WARNING IF YOUR NOT INTO THAT KIND OF STUFF******* "Why the fuck can't you just accept me ?" i yelled as tears rushed to my eyes "I'm so damn tired of this shit I'M TIRED OF TRYING I'm tired of this i just.... I just can't do this shit anymore" i said sadly as the tears rushed out my eyes "you weren't there for me when I needed you why the fuck should i been there for you" i said as i took a step back. "I'm done! Goodbye, but just know when you see blood at your door step just know I'm coming and you will have hell to pay" i said as i turned around and walked away. Trust me I would be back and my intentions are to kill. Her name might be delicate but she is as deadly as they come. You may have thought she was bad before but as her body changes and her true self comes out is when ever thing will hit the fan. My advice to you is to watch out and get out her way. Sorry with sucky description but i wanted to just get this story up and on the way. Hope you like it :)
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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