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It's too late
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Ongoing, First published Nov 17, 2015
Mature
Before I could let out a scream. A great amount of force hit me in the chest. And before I knew it I was on the ground with the figure on me with its knee in my chest. I felt my eyes begin to burn and warn salty tears streamed down my face. 
I dug my nails in his hand that was holding my shoulders to the ground.
It reached out and pulled my sweat shirt sleeve up my elbow and I felt a sharp pain in my arm. It lifted its weight off of me. My head felt like it weighed more then my whole body. I stumbled to my feet, I kept falling over, my feet came out from under me and I landed hard on my back.
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REVERiE - the man with whiskey

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"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.