Faye
"You love killing my feelings, don't you?" He asked breathlessly, devastated by my negligence and I will do it till my last breath. How dare he even think about it?
He was grabbing my arm while I held his shirt furiously as this was the extent of his madness I could handle, telling him the real reason of my resentment, "I refuse to love a murderer."
His eyes widened in pure appall, unable to react accordingly as I pushed him away harshly, sending him a death glare of an indirect message-
I would never fall for a killer
And left him alone in his misery, going back to my cabin with fuming wrath, slamming my hand on the table, running my hand in my hair, pushing it back. Swearing him continuously in my mind for daring to let this worthless thought even cross his mind.
“How dare he
