My fingers itch. My heart races. My hand steadies. My eyes close.
Those blue eyes are burnt into my mind, but for the first time in a week, I'm not angry to see them there.
I just pull the trigger.
BAM!
Bliss.
About The Author
- Rhiannon the Destroyer
- My name is Rhiannon. I don't expect that anyone is reading this so if you are, you have no idea how much I'd love you if you left a comment. About me. I guess you could say I go to HVA. I hate that place. My best friends are Helen Rose and Nichole Fiore. I love them. I'm not an artist in any way, but I enjoy writing my bad poetry and drawing/painting my poor excuses for art. If you have a problem with that you can suck my toe. I don't know who I am or what I'm doing. I spend a lot of my time acting on impulses, but I enjoy it. I live in the present and without regret. Oh, and I love you. Yes, even you.
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