CRYSTAL I yawned lazily with my eyes slowly peeling open the next morning. My hands stretched to feel the warmth of the body I had given myself to last night but the sheets were cold. My eyes immedately flew open in an instant. Leonardo wasn't on bed with me any more.His masculine scent was still lingering on my bed. The sun was very well high in the sky, it's bright rays shining down at me through gaps in my curtains. I sat up straight, my mind reminiscing about what took place last night between I and Leonardo.A subconscious smile walked its way to my lips. I had given myself to Leonardo last night. We made sweet, slow love and I loved it. I loved every bit of it. I looked down on my bedsheets. I could spot signs of blood on it---reminding me of my once virgin state. Leonardo had been so gentle with me last night. It was a moment of weakness. He looked dangerously sinful too. From his dishevelled messy hair to his unbuttoned shirt and to his soft blue eyes--he li

Her partially numb fingers subconsciously tried moving around the satin white sheets of the hospital bed but every movement proved abortive and was barred by a severe pain that flowed through the young woman's battered up body. The state of being dead isn't suppose to be painful is it?Death comes with absolute numbness to everything and every one around you. It is a peaceful darkness that embraces you. It pulls you into its forever dark abyss and shuts down all your senses. It makes you forget both your pain and your happiness. But she could remember everything---the horrifying murder scene she stumbled upon, her eagerness to escape and the dangerous over speeding, the hot chase of Leonardo and his men as they tried to stop her from escaping and lastly the bloody crash of her Mercedes through the banister of the bridge. It was a vociferous crash that sparked a million pain cells within her. Crystal was completely immersed into darkness following that horrific accident.She