Finding Love, Whiling Fading into Oblivion

Finding Love, Whiling Fading into Oblivion

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A self harming girl trapped in oblivion with no one... No one but her lonely shadow to hold on to. No one could save her from this place she had called home. At night she looked upon a star and whispered, "Please if anyone is watching... Please someone save me... I don't want to be here. In this dark room with no one to lean on. With no shoulder to cry on... I don't want to sit here every night and cry myself to sleep waiting for the day to come. The day that I leave this world into something better, I hope... Please someone save me.". She stared out the window watching people laugh and run. Would she ever find happiness. She closed her eyes as tears dropped one by one at her feet. "No..." she whispered as her blood touched the floor.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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