My Badboy Knight
The more I stare into his beautiful blue eyes battling with a pain I can feel trickling into my own skin, the more I want to snuff it all out from him.
He releases his grip on my hand and drags his fingers through his hair mass. "I am so sorry. Maybe—"
"All that happened was not your fault." I take back his hand into mine, gripping tightly onto it. "Let us go."
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Our walk to the park is a slow, silent one filled with the battle in our minds, our shallow breathings, the sound of our footsteps on the side walk, and the buzzing of cars flying past us.
When we finally arrive at the park, we find it empty. Big and wildly exposed to the brightly lit night sky draped with twinkling stars. The
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