I took her hand, her fingers curling around my hand, grasping so tight I felt my bones would crack and shatter. She looked me in the eyes. Hate burned in that stare, cold dead hate. I had to look away. Her other hand slowly stroked my face, the backs of her fingers drifting across my stubble, catching and rubbing. She smiled. I can't tell if there'
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i agree with the one up there^^^ somewhere...
you make ppl think.
lol theres a whole convo here as proof.
keep it up, im friending you so i can read ur future stuff
<3
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-Melissa
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