Something Without A Name The taste of his lips were bittersweet, properly left behind by the blood streaks down his chin. He looked me in the eyes, and as always his smile made me feel infinite. "You shouldn't be here..." he whispered silently, and once again his voice reminded me of how he made me feel. How everything about him was exactly what my heart and soul had been screaming for. How he is like that chilling, but refreshing breeze that caresses your cheek on a hot summer day. And that thrilling horror that rushes trough your body when you walk down a way to silent street. "I shouldn't be anywhere without you..." I said a little less confident than it had sounded in my head, but it still brought that sexy smirk back on his face.
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