"what do you mean?" i ask in a shaky voice. his once light brown eyes turn from crystal to a stone dark blue. a kind of blue that is a beautiful shade but gives off a deadly vibe. "we can't be matched." i shake my head. his voice gives out an evil chuckle.
i watch him.
"oh sweetheart, do you think I want to be with a prude like you?"
my face drains of color. but then, i remember. i remember a few weeks ago, that one night there was a gun shot and i was right there. the images came all over, so i said what i seen.
"do you think i wanna be with a murderer like you?"
he shuts up.
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