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Midnight.

Midnight.

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A boy. A girl. Two hearts. One passionate love. "What are you doing here pretty face?" A big man with a lot of tattoos and a long untrimmed beard approaches from the shadows of the alley. He smirks and rests his back on the brick wall in the dark and muddy alley. "Uh I- i- don't really know how I got here really... I was at this party and I guess I'm a bit tipsy cause I thought this was the way ho-" I stop in mid sentence when I notice that he's approaching me slowly, but terrifying.
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{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.

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