His skin glistened against the moon’s gaze, wet and wrinkled. His unnatural eyes twinkled and shimmered, two dying bulbs gasping for breath. He bent his knees and lowered himself onto his heels, his #face hovering just above hers.

“Oh my sweet, beautiful Willow.” He leaned forward and combed the tip of his nose through the curls of her hair as he breathed deep, then moved his lips just beyond her exposed ear and whispered. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.”

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