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p r o l o g u e She curled up in bed and looked at the other side to avoid the smile plastered on his face for what seemed like hours already and shut her eyes to think with solitude. But he grabs her by the waist and whispers, "I love you so much, I don't think I can ever live without you." She shouts, "Please shut up!" her eyes filled with tears as she tries to avoid herself from blinking because she didn't want him to see her cry for the fourth time today, she was tired of crying but she was too weak to even stop the stream of tears, "Baby whats wrong?" he sat up and pulled her, switched the lights on and carried her like a fragile baby, not letting her go and holding her tight. Under her breath, she replied "I don't know..." he held her hands but she was shaking uncontrollably and she felt as if she has been playing with ice, "Baby, you're shaking." the smile on his face soon turned into this horid expression that he didn't expect to see, furthermore he was determined to never let go of her so pale, veiny and cold body. "I cant-" she mutters over and over. "No, baby please tell me what's wrong." he held her tight against his chest and while he tried his best to stroke her dead hair and prevent her from moaning, she smiled with genuineness, tears streaming down her face and for the first time, looked at him in the eyes and said, "I'm dying and it was wrong of me to think that you can fix me." she paused, now his expression changed into confusion and he was unsure of what she really meant but all he did was stare back into her dark brown eyes that's now as black as coal and hoped for more answers, then she takes a little more air in her system, took every energy in her body and uttered, "Only I can fix me ________________________________________________________________________ Sneak peek of what Corrupt might look like Two Point of Views: Rose Collins and Christian Dean Rated 16+ (Explicit): Strong language, Depictions of violence, Sex, Drugs
c h a p t e r o n e : S e l c o u t h
