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Drugs ? She knew it well. Pain ? A sweet daily greeting. Feelings ? A whole unknown word. Y/N was a part of a criminal organisation since as long as she remembers. She stopped counting the life she stole, and stopped being touched by people's supplications. She was as dark as the ink marking her skin, as cold as the ice in every whiskey she was drinking, and as deadly as the cigarette which was almost never leaving her lips. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "You know what going against them mean Y/N." he said, his eyes not leaving her face. She stood silence a long moment before slowly opening her mouth. "Yes." A quiet sigh escaped his lips on defeat as he slowly stood up. "I won't help you." "I know." Stopping into the entrance, he looked at her a last time and closed the door behind him. Silence filled the room and Y/N closed her eyes a moment. Words never had a place in their relation. Friendship either. And yet, fear crossed her mind for half a second as she understood she couldn't call him to drag her home if she wasn't in the state to walk anymore. She was alone. A low cough made her to open her eyes and she turned to the expressionless boy. Almost alone. ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ Please be aware that this fiction can include sensitives topics. Started : 22/03/2018 Statut : ( ) Running (X) On hold
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