𝗝. 𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛

i never claimed to be a saint.

She is walking towards the dining room as she glanced towards him a soft smile and humm “ Baby !” She said in an oddly soft but sweet voice she’d sit down next to him reaching her hand to his cheek. “ I missed you ”

No only I can — come on.

Okay, say less. I’ll be in our room in twenty.

Her eyes become teary again as she glanced towards him she just breathed out “ Yes I let him go. Is that what you want to hear ?”

Are you asking too see it 👀

“ Yeah .ᐣ I told you I killed the man and now you have me standing where I offed him ” she said eyes glaring towards him. somewhere deep in them was broken although

She turned towards the door and walked downstairs she wrapped her arms around herself like if she go into a ball she would she waited

No she didn’t want to go down their she turned towards him with tear filled eyes “ No don’t make me go down there I’ll be good ”

She nodded and followed him

blood shed so long ago it has, with age, acquired the color and texture of rust. sad, ominous stains, a threat, a menace, memorials of pain.

“ if you think I’m lying go look in the basement .ᐣ ”

You gonna kiss it or choke it 👀

Bitch .ᐣ.ᐟ

“ I am telling the truth .ᐣ why do you assume I am not .ᐣ ” She whispered as his lips met her neck a head roll back.

“ Well I am sorry i already killed the man but I am telling you the truth ” She admitted meeting his eyes and blushed softly as his hand went to her neck.

“ No why don’t you remind me .ᐣ ” she asked with a smirk — maybe she enjoyed pain. “ Are you offering pain tonight .ᐣ ”