After My Heart
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Last published Fri, Jul 29, 2016
I stared at his eyes,they reminded me of espresso.So dark and rich but also light.And like expresso,it was hot but you couldnt help but want to taste -the promise of hurt mesmerizing you.They made your senses tingle even if a single taste was bitter and repulsive,you always came for more... Don't blame Eve for eating the forbidden fruit at the cost of the beautiful garden.
My name is Evelyn ironically,don't blame me for tasting the forbidden fruit by the name James -even at the cost of the lives of the people I love.
'The demon is not just a myth,it's a fact that hid so well in the shadow of fiction...'
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"You will never love anyone but me,because you love deeply and hate me just as gravely," and with that he left me .
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