Moth
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"Why me , why did you want me !" I violently slammed my fist on the table , my voice bounced off the walls , you flinched, your ice blue eyes burning my skull. You slowly made your way to me , your heavy steps echoed through the house , you stopped about a foot away. " Sage ..." , your voice was soft , your hand moved toward my face. My eyes closed , waiting for impact but instead you large warm hand was placed on my face , your thumb lighting rubbing against it , "I'm drawn to you the way a moth is drawn to fire .."
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