Perfect Enemy
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...Prologue...
My fingers gripped his jaw, my nails piercing through his skin. Blood trickled from the wounds at the same time I felt something wet slide over my own face. Was I really...? I wasn't crying. I didn't cry. Ever.
My voice was barely a whisper, but the tone was fierce. "There's a reason you can never find love, Dark... You're always looking in the wrong places!"
His eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah?" he retorted, "And what would you know about that!?"
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