The moonlight spilled through the window, an occasional rustling of leaves heard in the distance, but all he heard was her soft, shallow breathing near his ear.
It was comforting.
She was like a lethal poison that had seeped into his bones, yet even so, he couldn't help but crave more.
"Once you're here, I never planned on letting you go."
His voice rang out into the quiet night, steady and distant. His large, bony hand lightly covered her porcelain face, no longer concealing his possessive and obsessive nature.
Before he met Hannah, his world consisted only of seas of blood, under a thick night sky that seemed to be the only color in his life.
Hannah was a delicate flower, blossoming in the decay of his heart. Even so, it remained charmingly enchanting.
They were of the same kind.
The night deepened, the moonlight casting a shadow from the window, merging the two into one.
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