Strange places

A Story by Tamia123

Sometimes you don't always do whats best.

He'll always be apart of me. Try as I might his cold hands wrap around me in a false comfort. I can feel myself drifting off. Where? Where do I go from here? I turn around and who else would nbe there but the one person I want to see the least?

"Please." His icy blue eyes make him look like winter kissed him herself. I know I'm not going to give in just by that look on his heart-shaped face. I took his hand in mine looked into his eyes and shot.