In the midst of her anger, she shoves the boy away, heaving a roar throughout her quaking throat. "Away! Back, I tell you! Back!" Demands the girl, met with another jeering chuckle; something that burned her ears and made her fingertips numb. "Oh, dear, you know that can't happen."
He spoke with an eerily calm tone; reaching out to gently grasp the woman's trembling hands, kissing her palms. She slowly manages to shake her head, and eventually she finds herself sniffling and crying.
She physically cannot escape him. She's lit her house on fire, faked her death, disguised herself, beat his head in, ignored him, called him every unspeakable name under The Lord's eye; but nothing seems to deter him, no matter how much she tries to wade his calm, untouched waters. They turn desecrated at the slightest movement, provoking it seems to fuel his hidden anger.
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original story. made by me, in my boredom, at one in the morning, listening to 'something in the orange' and 'never felt so alone'. this is randomly generated story, with no future or look in this said future. I go by the flow; I cannot predict or control my characters like I can. i'm still trying to figure them out.
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new story coming out soon !!!
