The Flower That Died

The Flower That Died

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Where did he come from? What does he want from me? And how long had he been trapped here? All I know is that I can't seem to stay away from him. For whatever reason I have a really bad feeling that something bad is going to happen! I don't know what will happen. I just know that is will and it will be soon. I can feel it, I feel it in the pit of my stumak and it scares the hell out of me! I dont know what will happen but it wont be good! Want to know what it is? That dreadful feeling that she has? What that bad feeling could actually be? Is it even bad or is it actually good? who the knows, I guess you'll just have to read it and see!! So i hope you enjoy The Flower That Died!
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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