The Evigheden
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| Dark romance | Stalking | Second Chance|
. . . .
She is the prey,
And he's the predator. . .
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I made a terrible mistake.
I shouldn't have taken that decision.
I shouldn't have confessed him.
But I still did and went ahead, only to get pushed away.
I thought it's all over and I could start a new life.
Everything was fine until he entered again.
The man that I once craved, now replaced with loathe.... and there's one more.
Fear.
He came back again.
He won't stop until he gets what he wants.
He could either make me or break me again.
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