Only Mine
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Last published Sat, Jan 22, 2022
The window was open as always. I looked around the room until my eyes landed on her. I smirked and walked towards her bed. I could read everyone's mind, everyone's thoughts but hers. I put my hand on her cheek and whispered, "Been hanging out with Gus lately? I know I shouldn't be jealous, or mad. I despise your kind, but you Saraphina. Your different. I hate you but ... something pulls me to you."
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