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I was a mobster, cold, calculating, dealing with all kinds of dirty business. From deaths to negotiations of the worst kinds. He was a student, a mere schoolboy with nothing to offer me. Or at least that's what I thought when we met and today I know that he offered me something that I didn't have and that I would never have if it wasn't for him. (AijixMaya) (Aiji's POV)
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Eu tive muitos pedidos de oneshots e... Esqueci de atualizar. Apenas esperem. ___________________ Olá, eu sou a Reiko....
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So that was it. Clear. I had been incredibly naive to think that there would be no change of any kind. Maya would never miss an opportunity to play with me. No way. Oneshot Aijaya.
He held my wrists and pressed me hard against the wall. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't get out of there. Our bodies were touching, and the only things that could be heard in the environment were our bodies colliding and our groans dragged.
He held my wrists and pressed me hard against the wall. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't get out of there. Our bodies were touching, and the only things that could be heard in the environment were our bodies colliding and our groans dragged.
My phone rang, and I answered it, it was Yuu, sometimes I asked myself if I was grateful that Yuu had put that angel in my life, who made me see that not only would man live in illusion - in this case I -, or if I blamed him for having brought the person for whom I destroyed everything. After all, it had been days, every time he had spoken to me, I could go upstairs and stand at the thirteenth-floor window, watching him, because he was always in front of the iron door of the empty hall, sitting, legs spread, staring at him. the floor while playing with the flame of the lighter. Myv x Maya
Even if he ran out of cigarettes, the memories would be there to make him rescue every flavor that came from that man...
“Love letters from j-rockers I love. Hypothetical situations and loves, without directing the letter to anyone, so that each reader can imagine and give their opinion to who the letter refers to. Small ficlets.” –Half adapted, idea “stolen” from -my- tenshi. And I have said.