Kiss, Marry, Kill

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They were in shock.

It was shocking.

Death is shocking, but also a part of life, isn’t that what they say? But they wouldn’t—no one would—if they’d seen it up

close. Like we had. We shared something no one else did. We were special.

Bound together, twisted like twine, with a strength that not even the sharpest blade could sever. It is a strange thing to

achieve something you didn’t even know you were looking for. Yet it creates a hunger. To achieve everything else.

No matter who it hurts.