Death
The air was cold and crisp, stars glistening in the sky. My breath was trapped in the cold icy air. Leaves showered down on the ground while the blowing wind whistled through the empty streets of Bayville. The howling of a dog fills my ears, cars lurching in the nearby bushes. The stumbling of a drunken neighbor echoes through the empty autumn air. Rustle in the wind ease the eager one with a chill down her spine. Her sweet voice slithered in my ear, words that only warmed the soul of the beloved. I stared into her warm soft eyes, felt her smooth silky skin. Warmth speared throughout my body, overwhelmed in joy. My arms wrapped around her as if I was a snake about to strangle it prey. Energy pulsated through my body with love for this kind being. My mind was clear from hate, rage, anger and that I despised. Her hand brushed against my coarse, bleak face, melted into a cheerful grin. The streetlight glimmered on her face, an angelic figure gazing upon me. I heard neighbors screaming "GET ON WITH IT!!!" With disgust of the destroyed, I felt as if we were being watched on one of those soap operas and viewers were being impatient.
We use to take shots whiskey and puffed on cigars. Ever since that meeting with Erik we have been good comrades. I wrapped my arms around her as if I was child that found its favorite stuffed animal. I heard stories of her dad beating her last boyfriend. " "Are you sure?" her left brow up in questioning me, "My dad can drive you home. With a smile I responded, "Nah, I can mange walking, I love the cold. ruined, we headed towards her humble abode. I think I hangout with him more than I do with her nowhere days. Still to this day we are pretty tight with each other, we have laughs here and there about the days I use to go out with his daughter. We walked up to the porch: we stopped and glazed at each other. "I would love to stay and chat some more but I have to start heading back. We talked for about half an hour, taking shots and talking about his welding shop and his past biker days. " An icy gust grabbed me by the throat and choked me.
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