white gown

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knife in her hand

running through the hallways

His god sculptured features haunted her in her sleep

she caught sight of him at last 

her target within a miles range 

she ran

making sure she outran her demons

she stabbed him with the knife

twisting it into the very heart she claimed belonged to her 

a smile latched onto her face

she got him

she looked down

all she saw was red

her gown drenched in blood

in the end they showed their true intentions

a true love story

THE END

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