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I See Red
"WHO IS HE?" He asked, looking away as he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was. After a while of awkward silence where she had no idea what to say or do, he looked up at her again. "Who is he?" He repeated, his voice laced with the anger that seemed to want to splurge out.
"Who is who?" She wondered out loud. Harlow had never said anything without analysing it a thousand time over and over again in her mind. Still, for whatever reason, her brain decided not to this time, and it couldn't have been the most inconvenient time of all time. Indeed, she regretted it as he growled in response. His canines are extending before her vast eyes. The darkness within them seemed to wither away as they held a murderous red. Like blazing fire, they were infused with rage.
Mentally, she prayed to God that he would save her from him. Michael was someone who she didn't want to mess with, at least not intentionally.
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