Wild Night
You ignore her, still thinking if Jake, of the sweet handsome boy there once was. You can still remember his kiss, The Perfect Kiss, as you like to remember it. It was such a dream...
So preoccupied are you with your grief, you do not hear the woman anymore. You do not notice as she pulls out a long hunting knife from somewhere on her body. Your thoughts are still of Jake and his sweet, tender lips as the woman walks toward you, murder in her eyes. And by the time you realize what is happening, it is far, far, far too late. A rush of air, a flash of pain, and then...
So preoccupied are you with your grief, you do not hear the woman anymore. You do not notice as she pulls out a long hunting knife from somewhere on her body. Your thoughts are still of Jake and his sweet, tender lips as the woman walks toward you, murder in her eyes. And by the time you realize what is happening, it is far, far, far too late. A rush of air, a flash of pain, and then...
