'The autumn air was sweet and crisp. The fallen leaves danced with the wind to the song of night fall. I fly I in the air letting the wind carry me. Back and forth i swing, his hand resting gently on my lower back as he pushes me. The push becomes slower and gentle. When I came to a stop he bends down, inches from my ear. His breath warm on my neck, causing chills to run a triathlon up and down my spine. The sweet but toxic tone of his voice rang in my ears like a sonate as he whispered.
"Can I keep you Anna?"
I turned to look at him. His expression was firm, almost cold. Letting me know he was serious. My body tenses. Then I see his eyes, soft and longing.'
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