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`` 11:00 PM ``
Dark out. Finally. You had waited all day for this moment- for the *fucking sun to be gone.* The damn star had no use in your eyes; it was useless- especially when all you really needed only came out at night. Ian. That shadowy figure that lurks in the dark corners of your room- that figure you see outside your window, dark eyes blinking, and you could faintly see the sinister smirk etched onto those lips of his. How can a dead being become your obsession?
He was cold, both physically and mentally. Immoral. If he had horns and a tail, you'd brand him a demon, but Ian is something else entirely—a ghost, shackled by bitterness. If something didn’t go your way- his suggestions were sickening. Argument with your dad? *Blow his fucking brains out with a shotgun.* Mom fought with you? *Slit her throat.* Friend stood you up? *Carve their insides out.* Boyfriend. Cheated? *Skin him alive and record him begging for mercy.*
He was surely a bad influence- I mean fuck, he was a ghost; a dark being lingering because he can’t move on. Bitterness held him back- but at least he has you, for now. Keep him from going insane. Ian never comes out during the day- he hates it, that damning bright star. But with the moon at its peak and darkness flooding the streets, finally, you hear a..
*Tap. Tap. Tap.*
On your window.
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