Over Again

Over Again

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He was fire with red flames, I was water with my own games. His devil aura with a scowl face , My angel aura with clumsy disgrace. He had a past to seek revenge today, I have traitors to destroy tomorrow. His eyes were nothing but red storm, Mine were the shredded tears of silence. He is my knight in shining armour, I am his damsel in distress. He gave me a reason to live, I gave him the reason to die. He showed no mercy or have regrets, I gave all I had to have more regrets. His pessimism drives me crazy with rage, My optimism was as good as a bird in cage. Welcome to Emily Knight's & Drake Castle's land of humor, revenge, romance & comedy.
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Red Lilac

After five years and a thousand regrets, two old lovers meet again.. "What kind of stunt are you pulling out this time?" I see his eyes blaze in blue fire. And I think I saw regret flash, too, before he blinks it gone. "I am going to win you back." he states as if those are the most natural thing in the world. As if it was as easy as ABC. He went behind his table and sits like a king. He looks at me from head to toe. Did I just saw love in those eyes? But it's too quick; I even thought I only imagined it. "And do you think, buying the company I am working at will help you with your fucking mission on Earth?" I snap taking two steps forward. He stands up, and put both of his hands in the table and lean his body closer to me, putting his weight on his palms. So close, I can even smell his cologne that mixed so naturally with his aftershave. It reminds me of summer. Of him. Of the love we'd shared.

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