Deadly Affection

nothing to

ld they were placed into. Of course, some would disagree, and say something along the lines of they hav

l a bit of euphoria even if it lasts for a few seconds. The

about average in length, and he didn't deliver when it came

ryone. You could meet guys like him who fumble a lot and don't know where to touch. But then you meet other guys who push yo

him-the worst mistake of my lif

d brought me

've ever loved. The man w

college student studying Chemistry, who unfortunately fe

me with his gaze and his kind words. It didn't take me long to fall in love

I was happy with it. Being with him made me

family, for

twenty-year-old and fresh twenty-four living under one roof while neither could co

oned, he often told me not to worry. I mean, how could I not worry? My boyfriend,

and I followed him wearing all black. I thought I was some

hing. I was going to call Anthony

ken up with him reclaimed my dorm room, and been done with him. I would be done with school by

her woman. I found

e and a gun in his hand. The dead body lay in front of him, and it was as if it d

ss as

if I wanted to continue to be with him. If I would subject myself to live in the shad

I di

I knew nothing. Not their language, their culture, or a single soul other t

idiot-an idiot m

und would make me leap out of bed. But then, after months, it became eas

rby shops. It felt great when he came home to me every ni

he asks me to marry him, and then t

I kicked and scratched him until he let me go. Then I did the o

lled

e more specific, is my boss now. I thought he was going to kill me, but instead, he offere

o money, and I was

took t

ng that Anthony would pop out of nowhere. He would show up and whi

people do

outside illuminates the room. It's quiet, too quiet than I would like. The bell

atch a flight in the morning, and he looks like the pillow talk type. I tap his shoulder, and

It's a once-in-a-lifetime experien

tears to begin to form. The mor

I push back my hair so

iffle comes out of m

ants the same thing-a number, a promise that I'll see them again. People would say that's co

ays wan

lie. But the result is always

ithout fail. "My boyfriend just died and... I thought that this would make me feel

. Maybe in another life

y head in my hands. I hear the sounds of a belt jingling and light curses as to where his soc

eck the news for my newest target. H

d me, I'm d

't worth a second

and I wipe my