I Fucking Hate Sunflowers

I Fucking Hate Sunflowers

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This is my first story so expect mistakes and short chapters. There will be mature language (if you didn't guess from the title) and dark topics. Don't read if you don't want to. English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes. George was an ordinary boy, kind of. He was....... slowly ebbing away. He was just on the verge of something. People didn't notice or maybe they did, his voices were so loud he couldn't hear anything above them. Will he get lost in the ruined park or will he find his way after all?
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

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