Night Time Is Our Time

Night Time Is Our Time

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"Why do you look so sad today?“ He said. "Maybe it’s because we all fall in love too quickly and get heartbroken too easily. Or maybe it’s because some people don’t get love at all even when they deserve love the most" After almost facing death right in the eye, Dawn finds herself captivated by a boy who has already joined the dead. She fell in love with his soul. He told her that danger was okay and that the thrill was suppose to make her feel like the living. He taught her that insanity was okay in small doses, and she taught him how to feel the love he always deserved but never felt when alive.
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Freedom. The state of not being held prisoner, not being controlled. At least, that's what the dictionary says. But to her, freedom was only a dream. The only thing she had ever wanted-just a day, just a breath outside the cage. Yet her strings were always pulled by someone else, and no matter how she fought, escape never came. Maybe that's what happens when you're trapped too long. You forget what freedom feels like. You stop craving the sky and start clinging to the bars. She was just a normal girl with normal dreams. Graduate high school. Leave this godforsaken town. Go to college. Build a life. A job, a marriage, children. Simple, ordinary dreams. But he-he was anything but ordinary. Not a boy scarred by life, not a victim molded by grief. No tragic story to explain him away. He was the darkness. And he had already decided. She wasn't going anywhere. Excerpt - "You really thought you could outrun me?" he asked sitting in, quite. Dangerous. "I have to leave!" I shouted, voice cracking "I can't breathe here anymore !" "You will breathe when I allow it" His words froze the blood in my body

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