The Boy That She'd Fight For?

The Boy That She'd Fight For?

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I love him... And I always will... She hates me... because i stole him from her... He loved me... But now he cannot think... He thinks he gets me... But even I don't understand... The path was dark, and not the kinda dark that made you scared as a little child. No this was an eerie, forbidden type of dark. It was like the dark was superior to any being that travelled along it; even light was inferior travelling til it hit the coal black fence of the cemetery. That's right, not only are you walking down a littered, dark path, with tall fences on either side, but on one of the sides there's a cemetery, again devoid of light and soulless! But can you say the path is soulless? That is what Jess thought as kept up a quick pace down the Tarmac track...
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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

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