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♦️ A story about love, born from revenge ♦️
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She, as a free spirit had an immense passion for life, and due to her desire to live it as wholly as possible, she needed as much freedom as she...
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Neither of us moved. At least a million emotions went through me. Fear, shock, surprise, anger... you name it. We surveyed each other, like two animals meeting in the wild.
Where did he come from?!
"Beautiful night for burglary, don't you think?" He had a low smile, almost like a dare as he took a step forward.
I pulled out my fake handgun, both of my hands on the cold steel. You may ask where I got that one from? I'm a strategist, always prepared.
His smile faded and my heart pounded in my ears, my throat felt dry and the line between my brain and my mouth was disconnected.
Seconds flew by as he observed my gun, my fully black rubber outfit and thin form. Maybe I looked skinny for a man but at least I was tall, he could've thought I was a starving man, couldn't he?
He lifted his hands slowly in surrender, his voice almost sympathetic. "Listen... Why don't you put the gun down? We can talk."
"I'm not much of a talker." I lowered my voice, so it sounded manly but my heart was running itself ragged.
Every instinct in me screamed to bolt, but something else, some deep human ache held me frozen on the spot.
He was tall and well built, with light brown curly hair and green eyes, like the forest itself was watching me. In different situation, I might have thought him handsome, but now, he was an enemy. Which somehow felt even worse.
If I'd had a bullet, I would have probably already shot him, even though I've never killed anyone. This gun was meant only for threatening purposes.
He took a small step forward. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you. Put the gun down so we can talk, okay?"
"Don't move!" I yelled and shook the gun at him.
I screwed up so bad.
No one was supposed to see me. I felt like a ticking bomb of energy from the adrenaline that flooded in my system like it was on an intravenous drip - right into my blood at full pelt. My whole muscle system was tensed as my heart was about to explode and my eyes were wide, letting in every ounce of the light.
The guy stopped, however, this time, his eyes were hard. "All right, then shoot me. I can't say I don't deserve it."
The gun trembled in my grip as he took a slow, measured step forward. His eyes were locked on mine, the only thing he could see, since everything else was hidden under my clothing.
"But see...there's the thing. If you wanted to shoot me, you would have already."
"Maybe I'm just giving you a chance to step out of my way."
He gave out a sniff of disapproval. "I bet the gun is empty."
Who would normally use an empty gun? Except me, of course.
