You know that feeling you get in your gut? It's almost as if the universe is yelling at you to look out. Like the girl that steps out of the shower and calls for her boyfriend, who turns out to be the killer. Or when you walk into a room and can tell that you were the subject of the conversation. The type of feeling that pushes you to do things on a fantastical whim. Yet still the shower girl ignores it and gets herself butchered. I was that girl. And boy was I not prepared for what, or should I say whom, was approaching.
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The Muse
Romance"What do you want?" My voice barely a whisper as I searched his intense eyes. He circled around me, making me feel naked before his eyes. I felt him stop behind me as his lips grazed my neck. "I want a masterpiece."
