Son Of A Devil

Son Of A Devil

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 1, 2023
The first thing I saw was his necklace, a silver cross strung on a chain half-tucked under a green Arizona State sweatshirt. It seemed to sparkle in the fluorescent lights and when it fully came loose, it dangled almost precariously from his neck. Like it was about to fall or be snapped off the thin chain holding it. My eyes slowly dragged upwards to his own and I felt my heart drop to my toes. He was looking right at me. But he quickly looked away when he saw he'd caught my gaze, the emotions in his eyes never changing. Our eye contact only lasted a fraction of a second, but it stuck with me. *** She watched him for two years, hoping to build up the nerve to talk to him and when she finally did it went completely unexpectedly. He introduced her to his world and it was more than she could ever expect, but intrigued her all the same.
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