I tell myself that I won’t look, but as soon as the first ping sounds I’m at the window. Ray is wearing a black bathrobe with an oversized silver cross around his neck. He’s performing last rites on the Bundt. Finally I cannot help it. I laugh and laugh and laugh. He looks up and grins back. He takes a black marker from his pocket and writes on the window:
Sorry about all the ruckus from letting you sleep every night.
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When A Sociopath Loves
FanfictionWhen You Love Like A Sociopath! Based on Mystic Messenger characters AND a lot of part of the text has been taken from Everything, Everything. A few changes here and there. Also, if you've read Everything, Everything. You might not enjoy the writing...
