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by Naomi
Rated: 18+ · Preface · Fantasy · #1722742
She must choose whether he dies, she dies, or they both die.
"I'm not who you think I am," I whispered gently into his ear. I brushed some of his hair back. "I'm not a human." I backed away so he could look at me. I thought. Was I doing the right thing? Was telling him the best thing to do? I have to do this right. But was it possible to tell him the truth? I needed to tell him.

I needed to tell him who was going to kill him.

But I didn't want to. I cared about him. I loved him. But it was either he or I. Which would he choice? Something in my gut said he would want himself to die. But my heart ached as I perpared to do it. I wanted it to be neither. I wanted to just run away and stay loving him. I just wanted him.

I felt myself get stronger. I put my hand on his throat and squeezed. Anger filled me. I was ready.
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