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 first thing I noticed was his puffy red eyes. His nose red due to crying. From the peripheral vision I saw a red bouquet kept on the front grave, and my curios eyes found the name that was slightly covered in snow. The gray color of the grave contrasting against the white color bold words, and my eager eyes winded when I saw the name.

Arlington Likhoskr, was written all bold on the grave. Goosebumps started prickling on my spine, and I started taking few steps back. Celeb, who was quite for the whole moment turned his head when I backed off.

"Fu*k off." His said sternly, his voice came out gruff when he turned around.

I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn't come up with anything. I was always bad in conversation. Complying, I turned around and left the graveyard in seconds.

The picture of Hueson's sister grave, clicked in my mind every few minutes.

Chapter 112