POSSESSIVE [H.S]

POSSESSIVE [H.S]

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Pos•ses•sive / (adjective) the act of demanding someone's love and attention. Some say love is defined as a strong feeling or constant affection for a person. An attraction for sexual desire. A feeling of warm personal attachment. Harry never cared for anybody. He goes by the saying, "me, myself, and I." His dark persona lured women in but, Harry only had one night stands. Pure flings that he forgot about the following day. Harry wasn't one to make a good first impression because to be truthfully honest, he didn't have anyone to impress. When fate decides to unite Harry and Alice, has his ways changed for the better or does he stay as the guy Alice's parents warned her about. Can love conquer all? **WARNING** Contains drug and alcohol abuse, content, and foul language.
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I've learned the nights are tough for her. in the darkness we lay together, and even through the hectic life of mine, she is the one overwhelmed by things she wished to never be apart of. "What's on your mind darling?", we both reached a breaking point of exhaustion, yet I never shut my eyes, she took care of everyone, it was my turn to watch over her. In all things I've been so intrigued about in life, she became one of them, ever since that night she looked of sapphire, I was drawn to her, she became my addiction, my high. My mind craved nothing more than her voice, her scent, the left over gloss on my lips after she had kissed me. I'm so passionate about this woman, so ardent.

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