Steel
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Rain began to drizzle and progressively worsen. The rain felt like little ice daggers on my sweaty face. No, wait, it actually is little ice daggers: hail. I hummed a tune and looked up at the dreary white moon. Why was it so still? I'm sure it'd like to join the hail in its little ice party. Then again, maybe the moon is like me, only joining the party because my friends pressure me into it. The moon is stronger than me, I think... God, I must be drunk. A siren wailed in its usual ear piercingly high pitch, interrupting my late-night-partially-drunk thoughts. The flashing red lights illuminated the surrounding area as well as a person shuffling towards me. I waited for the person to shamble considerably closer until I recognized him. Clayton continued to approach me until he stood a foot or so away. "Know where I can get a ride home?" He uttered almost soundlessly. "No, I'm looking for a way home too, if I knew the cab company's number I would give it to you." Clayton scowled, I guess he didn't like the way I responded. Considering that Clayton was a drunken giant, I decided that now would probably be a good time to leave. "Hey I've got to go, but I'll see you around, okay?" Clayton didn't look very happy about that response either. A jolt of pain erupted through me as I realized that Clayton had just punched me in the stomach. Wow rude.
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"Rejecting you was a mistake!" Aston pleaded "I don't give a rats ass anymore Aston! You had your chance and you fucked up." I proclaimed Aston's face fell as realty set in. He rejected me and I don't give a damn, life's a bitch that will slap you at any moment in time. "What can I do to get you back?" Aston asked, determination glinting in his eyes. I stood up straighter, shoulders back and my head held high. "Nothing" I stated "nothing at all." Aston took a step towards me, his minty scent invading my senses. Aston lifted his hand, gliding his pointer finger down my cheek and across my jaw. "I will have you" He whispered, "you will be mine." My dream like state was crushed and I finally got control of my senses. "Never" I snapped ripping his hand from my cheek "not even in your dreams pretty boy." "So you think i'm pretty?" Aston chuckled "Fuck you!" I spat I slapped Aston across the face. Turning on my heel, I walked away from the man that stole my heart, crushed it, than walked away all in one day.

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