ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

The walk to the fish shop was small since, it was only few blocks away from my place. Fishing out some money I paid the worker and bought a fish similar to Casimir. My heart sank with each step I took with the new life in my hand. Casimir face would pop up with each step I took towards my house.

Finally reaching my place I placed the tank near my window.

I'll convince mom and dad, and set her free in the ocean, because now I was against the whole idea of keeping her in the pond. I'd rather prefer her to swim free in the ocean where she belong.

Nostalgia can be like a painful drug. The memories get painful, but yet you get addicted to recall them like a drug.

One look at Hueson and I exactly knew why my brother was doing this. Why he drowned himself in the haze of smoke that came out of his lightened cigarette

Chapter 84