The Special Trade

The Special Trade

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If there's one thing in the world that I love more anything, it would be horror stories(along with some movies). I have always thought living in horror stories would be fun and full of excitement but I could have never been more wrong. The difference is whenever you're living it the adrenaline sinks in and sometimes it would be hard to breathe or will be hard to even think of what to do other than run, but whenever you're reading or watching it, there is no adrenaline and you can think of millions of things to do in that moment. Whether you would fight them, run from them, kill them or hospitalize them. They will be so many options you could think of to do to an antagonist in a story. It's a whole different story though whenever we are talking about doing something in the moment. You mind goes blank and you may be able to think of a few things but the number one thing is to run. So for the many people that said there's no difference, there most definitely is. I'm Summer Rhodes and this is my horror story. MY DESCRIPTIONS SUCK
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"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

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