*PART 2 OF A DUET*
My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match.
Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise.
My gentlemanly facade is nothing but a memory.
My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink.
I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it.
My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match.
Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise.
My gentlemanly facade is nothing but a memory.
My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink.
I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it.
