It's Okay{On Hold}

It's Okay{On Hold}

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"How can I save her?" I asked waiting anxiously for a reply. "You can't." He said already signing her death petition, but I wasn't going to let him get away that easily. "There's a way and you know it. Now answer the damn question, how can I save her!?" Anger taking over my voice as I spoke. His lack in an answer made me begin to wonder if he really was trying to tell me the truth or lie directly to my face. "Will you fucking answer me! Please I just need to keep her safe." Pain making me feel so restrained and helpless, like I couldn't even dare to try. "You die." Was all he said before he said, "You die and every bit of evidence goes down with you." So my life was on the line for hers? Or her life was on the line and I couldn't bare the thought. "Ok." Was all I could muster up to say. "It's Okay."
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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