He was standing next to the wall.
In his mouth a cigarette.
She knew he was here for her.
Her face was set in stone.
She knew where he came from.
Her steps slowed down.
She didn't want to come nearer.
But yet she couldn't keep away.
He came at her.
That smile stayed on his face as if tattooed.
His arms went around her shoulders.
His nose nestled into the nape of her neck.
She could smell the perfume.
She closed her eyes.
She hated this.
She hated him.
But oh she loved this
But oh she loved him.
But she knew she wouldn't be able to keep up with him.
He was rushing.
His feet always on the gas.
And he wouldn't slow down for anyone.
Not even for her.
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crushing her
Short Story›a young love lost in the night‹ ✹she who's only friend is the moon.✹ ✹he who's rushing 'till the end.✹
