At Eternity's Gate

At Eternity's Gate

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I was walking down the stairs when I first saw him. He had a slight limp in his left leg. He wore a black hoodie and dark jeans which were both massively oversized. His skinny frame made the clothes look warm, but he looked so cold. A cold that not even three jackets and a heater could fix. There was no colour in his cheeks and his eye bags were bigger than mine (quite a hard achievement). He wore his hood up and walked fast with his hands in his pockets. He only glanced around him to see where to walk and what people to avoid. He had an air of mystery and I wanted to know everything.
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Blood

Everything about him was mysterious. His eyes had a cold blue color that held many stories inside of them. They held dark hidden secrets that I wished to know about. I thought he was beautiful in his own dark mysterious way. Every time we shared a glance, I would feel a cold shiver running up my spine. I would rub my arms with my hands. I would take deep breaths as my eyes would pour into his. I would get nervous as he would watch me like if I was his prey. I was slowly falling for him. The boy that I thought was nothing but normal yet unique in his own way. I loved everything about him. He made me believe that he was perfect. We were perfect. In our small town there was a killer murdering for revenge. He killed for reasons. He named himself, Blood. After killing his victims, he would write a message on the wall with their blood. Never would I ever think that I would fall in love with a cold blooded killer. He said that I was his weakness. He said that he loved me. He was different with me. No matter what, I will always love him no matter what he did or who he was. His name was Elliot Evergreen.

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