Remorse / n.h

Remorse / n.h

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"So, who will it be?" He asks, starring me down, a slight smirk making its way towards his pink, but dry lips. "I- I don't know." I say, the words falling out of my mouth like broken glass. "And it definitely won't be you!" I slowly look up, only to be greeted by a pair of narrowed but shimmering blue eyes, which reminded me of the the blue paint flacking off of the old shed back home. I could feel my heart beat against my chest, and my wet hair sticking to my neck. He opened his mouth to speak, but i beat him to it. "I'm tired of you ruining every chance, and opportunity in my life. All you do is cause trouble, and all you have done is destroy me. I can't tolerate you anymore, and i won't, so just leave me the hell alone Niall. " I snapped, adrenaline rushing through my body. For once, i felt good, i felt strong, i felt confident. For a slight second, his features softened, but were quickly replaced by amusement. His head shot up, and chuckling filled the room. "You wish i'd leave you alone princess, but you got yourself into this mess the moment you stepped your foot in campus, and for everything that has happened, remorse would be the last thing on my mind, because i won't stop, i won't stop until you are mine." heylozer ©
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