Just another wasteful breath
Just before was the most amazing moment in my life. Sean had placed his lips upon mine. It wasn't a warm kiss, It wasn't a soft kiss, it was a dark gothic kiss of death. It was magical. If only I can tell Sean what I am, and what I have yet to become, a full blooded witch. The only thing I am afraid about is him turning me down, and I, the immortal gothic witch, being humiliated. I will not stand for that.
Just seconds ago, Harold my cat told me that the phone was ringing, when I picked it up, I heard breathing on the other end...And then they hung up. 2 minutes after I hung up the phone, it rang again, and once again, it was the same person on the other end, breathing desparily into the phone. I asked who it was and they said in a tone of awkwardness, "witches...witches, shall die." I hung up on them. Afraid of what they might say next. If only I knew who it was.
Just seconds ago, Harold my cat told me that the phone was ringing, when I picked it up, I heard breathing on the other end...And then they hung up. 2 minutes after I hung up the phone, it rang again, and once again, it was the same person on the other end, breathing desparily into the phone. I asked who it was and they said in a tone of awkwardness, "witches...witches, shall die." I hung up on them. Afraid of what they might say next. If only I knew who it was.