He left my throat and held onto the collar of his shirt that my body adorned, yanked me close to him. My face pressed against him which made the tears wipe off. I felt coming back to my senses partially. He tore my shirt apart.
โWriting fiction so intense that youโll loose yourself in them and forget whatโs real when they murmur โ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐โฆ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ก.โ
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