"From the moment I saw you, I felt the gun that would one day fire, aimed at my forehead."
She longed for someone so warm. He was a yellow rose on the verge of blooming, a star she, a wretched outcast of society, couldn't reach even on tiptoe. If loving her meant being dragged down, then let me be the only one to become a stinking, rotting rat.
"You are a fallen leaf; I am the silt buried deep underground."
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*Angst and melodrama. Read with a level head, and please don't flame me. Thank you.
*Bad ending
Theme: Redemption
