Description
His glacial grey-blue eyes starring intently into mine, reading every thought and thread I'm made of. Leaning forward, his lips meet mine. A hand falls on my quivvering shoulder and lay rigid. Thrilled, terrified, extatic. I continue shiving an eternity after his touch leaves me. Then the blade sinks in. I can feel the elegatly decorated gold hilt brush against my chest as I squirm. Crimson pooring out of me. The ends of me go numb. My mind swims. I can't concetrate, except for on him. He's smiling down at me. Just as when we first met. A diple on the left cheek. A beauty mark on the right. That damned smile that pulled me and led me...well, here. I strain to lift my arm. I grasp at the hem of his usual deep blue shirt, contrasting his alabaster glow. He leans back down, his breath in my ears. "I love you Ben." I inhale sharply, I can barely hang on. I rest my waxing cheek against his. And whisper to him, "I love you, too." He giggles and wrenches the balde out.
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