The Boy

The Boy

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When she saw him, time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill. ______________________________________________________________________ *DISCLAIMER* This writing prompt is not my own. It is a writing prompt and I have chosen to write a story with it. I take no credit or responsibility for the work written above. Anything written after the prompt is my own intellectual property and is not to be copied or taken credit for in any way.
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(COMPLETED) He's everything she hates. A rich, arrogant, cocky playboy. She should be repulsed by him, but from the first moment she met him face to face, her heart of ice ineluctably set on fire. He had one mission. Something he had struggled for his entire life. Something that he was so determined to do, he once believed there nothing that could stand in his way. He should have known better. Nothing that you long desperately enough for comes without a price. But what price do you have to pay when you start to spend a little too much time around the one you were born to despise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't have anything to bribe you with, only my own words. Tell me, how will you ever be free if you do not take a risk every once in a while?" "I take risks." "You may take risks that give you freedom from your life, but I have a feeling this risk is a little different on many levels, correct me if I'm wrong." I began to think, did one single day really matter? Maybe it would help, maybe it was all I needed to stop thinking about him. "Make the most of it as it will both the first and the last time you are taking me to lunch, let alone ever seeing me again."

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