The Edge Of Lies
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Sat, May 6, 2023
Rue was desperate as her bestfriend was murdered. He only made her aware of lights in her dark life. now she's back to darkness as Marshall dies. Rue wants to die but Grey would make sure she'll never die he want to torture her. she's enduring her life as a prisoner.
(I look up at a five foot nine inch man just to give a sarcastic response because he annoys me. "Don't you have your own shits to do? Why are you bothered with mine ?"
"Calm down wilson" his laugh annoys me the most. Makes me want to smash a punch in his handsome face.
He speaks as his expression becomes genuine and serious. "Rue, I know you are going through alot. After Lucy's death. It has been really hard for you, I'm really sorry for your loss. She was a good friend of mine too. It's been almost 6 months and" he shut his eyes and opened instantly.
Slowly taking my hands in his. He continues " and I want to make you feel better. Distract you from the negative thoughts. I really do." Care in his face is more visible.I wonder at those words. Can he really mean them?
When I open my mouth, though, nothing comes out.
He took a step forward grabbing my waist. My heart skipped a beat. Our lips were only inches apart. Staring at each other's lips. His lips were so perfect it seemed like God himself handcrafted him.
I can't do it.
I took a sigh as I untangled my hand from his. His smile started to disappear. He cleared his throat and paced back.)
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