sanguine / ˈsaŋɡwɪn/ [ noun ] a blood-red colour. ------------- " If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears " he said, quoting me as his eyes look at me deeply and drag a long amount of toxic smoke inside his lungs. I watch him and saw how every single toxic air that he puffs and blows. " I don't mind the thorns. I don't mind getting hurting with it." I breathed, suddenly being so brave to answer his words. I don't know what he means actually but somehow he's quoting me something from the books or movies. He stops his finger, hanged on the air before his lips then he takes another drag of smoke back inside his lungs and blow it's out. " You should have to carefull to what you said." He said and slowly he takes another long drag of his cigarette and also immediately closing his distance from me. His face is incling forwards near my face and I felt like I can't move away from him, my feet is also lost its reflect at the moment. He's just too beautiful.. And suddenly he puffs his smoke out from his mouth towards my lips. I coughed to his sudden rudeness but then I swear that I saw he's smirking. " Welcome to my world, Inanna.." he said, whispering. --------All Rights Reserved
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