He Likes to Make Me Cry
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"Yah..." his voice was quiet, slow and just a little slurred. "You don't have to leave."
I stared back at him from the opposite side of the room. He was leaning against the counter, a tall, empty bottle of wine next to him. As much as I wanted to move from this spot, I couldn't. He slowly made his way over to me, his eyes never leaving mine.
Foreword
A feels-killing fic for my eonnie! ^^
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