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. As I open the door, I take stock of everything around me and am painfully obvious of how destructive of a woman she is. The pillows

before she meets with my chest and

w minutes, till she seems to be all out of anger and then stops and closes her eyes before stating, "You are so cruel, you have to let me go. My parents will be worried, and they will call t

se then she tries to back up while I grab ahold of her wrists an

eye of mischievousness. Knowing full well what that means, I block the door and watch as she tries to get by me, while the whole time I am laughing. I raise my voice to h

ace and she says, "I don't care what the hell you are. You are no better than I am, and y

es subsides and then she asks me quietly, "Will you please let me go? No one ever has to know. Matter of fact, I am sure this has all been a wild

ll anyone about our existence, they will hunt us down like animals till the very last one of us is either captured or dead. Our pu

change, I turn around and see the guards standing behind me, ready to subdue her before she gets a chance to leave. I glare at them before stat

With the room so quiet, it seems empty making me feel a bit odd. However, when I turn back around to face her, s

s up with fright in her eyes. I wonder to myself, "H

her, so I may talk with her. Coming to something that might work, I step backwards and watch h

re comfortable for the moment?" I ask in a quieter, gentler to

ds my gaze with her own and then says, "Please let me go." In the sweetest v

scared right now to be trusted enough to go back to your people. Besides, I need to know yo

s her beautiful face. She is blushing from what I said, and I can sense that she feels it like I do. Some

t what I just said. Perhaps this is a painful beginning to a beautiful end, or it could be that I am reading too much

ackwards while watching her and then turn around quickl