es's

ntion to let her go wherever she wished. I hated those girls

elieves a guy

ad a witty side to hide from public eyes. Her eyes stayed

to her face if she wasn't standing right

ing

o confess it to anyone especially when I knew and understood that her heart belonged to

, broken,

scrunched together in puzzlement, eyelids failing to keep wide open for me. Sh

whole attention was always on

ng as I raked my fingers

right mind, Princess. Le

from the corner of her eyes. I was startled momentarily un

ike Kelly...You don't.. even... like

ally, carrying every pain that she was trying to conceal from my a

t my heart into tiny pieces. Awestruck, it took a while for me

't pretty, enough? Fuck! That per

ield her from failing. Her steps were getting clumsy and I a

mature

drops of them onto my palm. I hushed her, tryi

bie, Savannah. Finn never deserved you. Come on,

*

for her. Honestly, I didn't want to send her back to that house whe

. Her pink walls glistened through the half-darkness. I switched on the l

next second, she fell asleep in my arms. The feeling was too foreign for me. After having

house had always been empty. My dad who was in the police kept visiting states for promotional reasons whereas our

long lashes rested on her stained eyes as she breathed peace

for the girl who blew my aching hands. I remembered that night when I was beaten brutally and locked up in Aria'

way but she sat there, helped me, and healed me with her sweet innocent smile. Maybe, it wasn

. I couldn't blame her since my mind wasn't in right place. I hang around with girls and slept with them

ts lik

down, I found her pouted lips, pains caressed through her features as if she

had the chance to catch her, she rolled on th

u

that and she returned to her comfortable position, going back to sleep again. But her dr

a girl into alcohol and having a mental

r relaxing expression. I remembered that innocent smile and heaven, then I

*

ate at night. Mumbling another curse, I finally put the

te me more tomorrow. My eyes fell back on my rested T-shirt which I brought fo

s had grow

al option to leave her with my

ll the self-restra

f release, my hands reached for her worn clothes, fidge

elic

th into my air, promising myself repeatedly that I couldn't open my eyes. Other girls would h

ld hate me if she f

her a final check, my eyes were rewarded with the view of her inner thighs. My shirt hugged her curves tight

u

by couch, climbing on to lie down. She was drunk and alone.

ly. That night, I didn't hear from Savannah again. When the morning sun pricked th

ho was still asleep. Too much alcohol had left her drained out. But somehow, I was glad that she made it to sleep peacefully last night. Hopefully, a fresh

ened the door widely, my eyes narrowed dangerousl

i