Chapter 2: Falling in Love

Ken turned off the water for the shower, and stared at himself in the mirror. A boy with brown locks falling into his sad, chocolate brown eyes, and tanned skin with light scars running down his torso and arms. He looked at his hands. They looked clean now, but who knew how tainted they were? They were tainted with bloods of the men they killed every night.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and went out of the bathroom into his room. He unwrapped the towel, pulled on his boxers, then went in search of some clothes. Looking outside, he could tell that it would be warm today, so he put on a black sleeveless tee, and long khaki pants, and white socks.

Ken brought his tennis shoes downstairs to put on later and sat down at the table. He was already sitting there. He was the one that took his breath away. He was beautiful with pale skin, amethyst eyes, and blood red hair. He was a cold, heartless statue, but I fell in love with him. That day when he came into the flowershop and my greeting as I saw him was a punch right in the face. He deserved it. He almost killed me the night before. But it was then, when I fell hard for him.

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