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❛ taking my time, 'cause you took everything from me ❜




and still, she watched, and still, she waited.

she slipped a mint leaf into her mouth and chewed before immediately spitting it out ; she took out another mint leaf and did the same thing, over and over and over. it tasted bad, so bad, but it tasted good, so good.

she was mad, mad, mad, as she chewed another piece of mint and spit it back out ; she knew she was mad, but she didn't care, wouldn't care, couldn't care.

he'd made her like that.



he tasted like mint.

whenever they'd kissed, that heady rush, that taste of mint, always that taste of mint. she loved it, loved him, always loved him.

always, always, always.

fucking mad, she was fucking mad, mad, mad . . .



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