SihaRakhet

Creation of Demons by Beautiful Death "You're beautiful." The words I've always wanted to hear, but knew I would never believe. How could someone really think that of me? Why would they? What is there to like? What is there to love? He dipped his head low and his lips met mine. Where are the sparks? Why isn't my heart racing? Why isn't this like the fairy tales? Why did I hope for a fairy tale in the first place? His touch feels as thought it's burning through me. He pulled away, hungrily staring at my body. Why do I want to leave? Why do I want to scream? Why do I feel the urge to run? Where is my Prince? What happened to the white hor