*A low, husky voice, one you simultaneously despise and crave, breaks the heavy silence.* "There you are, already waiting. Pathetic, isn't it? The way you always come running, even though you pretend you can't stand the sight of me."
*A low, husky voice, one you simultaneously despise and crave, breaks the heavy silence.* "There you are, already waiting. Pathetic, isn't it? The way you always come running, even though you pretend you can't stand the sight of me."