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| His laughter was uncanny, and it was rather unsettling at this point in time. His usual laugh was always warm and filled her with that warmth. But right now, it ran a shiver down her spine. She looked at him angrily, a defense mechanism. Instead of being sad, she decided to get mad.
“What is so damn funny?” she demanded. Her voice had an angry edge to it, but there was a hint of fear to it. She feared the answer that he was going to give her.
His laughter quiet down finally, a wry grin stayed enamored on his face. He turned to her, his hazel eyes completely dead. She remembered when they used to be filled with light, and happiness. She remembered when she was the one to make them sparkle. But now they were dull.
With a chuckle, he answered back to her, “I just realized…that you are like fucking poison.”
His laughter filled the night air, and he was like a mad-man that had lost his sanity. And as she stood there watching him, she couldn’t get mad. No. She couldn’t. Not when she saw the tears running down his face. The crazy laughter became hollow and he slowly regressed into a silent cry. His back turned to her, his shoulders shaking with each sob.
She took a step forward, than took two steps back, a frown on her face. She shook her head in dismay. Dismay more for herself than for him.
She was poison.
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