A brunette and a blonde sat alone in a room that was only lit by a small candle. A soft melody played in the background, setting the mood perfectly.
"Do you remember what happened before us?" The blonde spoke, voice soft and timid.
"Seven months ago?" The brunette responded, running his hands through the blonde's curly locks.
All was silent.
"Yes, seven months ago."
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Seven months
FanfictionAllen .f. Jones. His reputation was terrible, always getting into fights, drinking, smoking-clearly he would be the only suspect of the murder of Alfred Kirkland-right? But what if he never hurt Alfred, what if this was all a set up? And what if thi...
