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A Story by mystic

Confused, beyond recognition, she wants desperately to hate her Alex, wants his blood to soak her hands. Yet somehow, she remains bound to him, needs his touch to keep her calm. Hunger consumes her with just the thought of him, yet hatred remains entwined within that heated lust. He avoids her stare, the questions written there. Thoughts of him fade away like the once treasured memories of them together, those nights they were hidden under the moon and star filled sky. Her Alex is finally gone, never to be hers again. She rejoices in this one revelation, she will forever be free of pain, though love will never again be hers.