Wicked Summer Knight

She's in the wrong place at the right time...

Gunshots echo, reverberating through me, allowing me to feel something... anything other than the pain that consumes me.

That should be a warning to stay away, but for some reason, she comes closer. Intruding on my silence. Sharing my darkness.

Close enough for me to see the look in her eyes. It's not fear, but desire that darkens her eyes in the moonlight.

She should run. Run far away from me, but she never does. She comes close enough to touch,...