"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
-Edgar Allen Poe
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I wanted to crack your beautiful head open, slice it in half, cover myself in your gore. What you were thinking, I wondered. Were you wondering when someone would finally come to kill me, or if you were going to kill me yourself?
I was in love with a murder—a killer. I didn't have a choice in the matter. It's disturbing when you recall a warm memory, and feel utterly cold.
The blood... the deaths... the excruciating pain...
What have we done to each other?
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Once Gone
RomanceOnce upon a time, An angel and a devil fell in love. But which devil did she choose?