Two Black Dots
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Last published Fri, Apr 10, 2015
Him. He was perfect, his black silky hair slicked back, His Leather jacket he wore over his White SeeThrough shirt that exposed his rock hard muscles and a pair of jeans that squeezed his legs. He was tall to, it's rumored he was 6 4" and his skin was dark but light in a sense. It went perfectly with his hair, and everything to be honest. I saw him every chance I had. Everytime my parents were out and my friends were over, that's when I saw him, he knocked on the door and our visits were short. He would smile not with his mouth but his eyes, they melted when he gazed upon me, Atleast that's what I thought, he was perfect, everything I've ever wanted, but he was a murderer, and he murdered my sister.
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"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••
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