Donggo City
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Última publicación lun, jul 7, 2025
People say I'm strange. But I'm just observant.
I see things others ignore-the cracks in smiles, the weight behind words, the color of fear in someone's eyes.
No, I haven't killed anyone. But I've thought about it. Haven't you?
If you're reading this, you're already in too deep.
Welcome to Donggo City. Keep your eyes open.
(This is a revamped version of my original story 'ME')
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
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