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It was a beautifIt was a beautiful starry night. They were walking down the silent street. The city was sleeping. They could hear only their own steps and voices. They were young. They were beautiful. They were in love. They seemed to be happy and they really were.
They were dating for about a week. She met him six days ago. He was handsome, strong and very smart. She fell in love from the first glance at his face. He looked like a man of her dream. She was happy and a little afraid of him. She was afraid of losing him. He seemed to be so perfect and so strong. He was self-confident and there was nothing in the whole world he could be afraid of. But she was an ordinary girl, nice but not very beautiful, slim but not very attractive. "Why has he chosen me?" - she asked herself.
He liked her. She was a pretty girl, a little naive, a little clumsy, sometimes - funny, sometimes - silly. But she loved him. He knew this. He was older and more experienced. He was a good pretender. He told her that he loved her, but his feelings were not strong. She was just a new sweet toy for him.
This night he had a special plan. It was a night of their first kiss. He wasn't in a hurry - he had planned everything. And now he was ready He looked at her. She was telling about her favourite book. Her eyes were shining, her voice was trembling. He stopped. He turned to her. He took her both hands. He looked in her eyes. He whispered - "Come closer". She did. She closed her eyes. She felt his breathing. His lips were somewhere near here. They touched hers...
It was a sweet kiss. It was a long kiss. It was their first kiss.
It was the last kiss for him.
Five minutes later he was lying on the ground breathless.
- Good bye, my sweet handsome boy, I loved you so much - said she, wiping off his tasty warm blood from her lips.ul starry night. They were walking down the silent street. The city was sleeping. They could hear only their own steps and voices. They were young. They were beautiful. They were in love. They seemed to be happy and they really were.
They were dating for about a week. She met him six days ago. He was handsome, strong and very smart. She fell in love from the first glance at his face. He looked like a man of her dream. She was happy and a little afraid of him. She was afraid of losing him. He seemed to be so perfect and so strong. He was self-confident and there was nothing in the whole world he could be afraid of. But she was an ordinary girl, nice but not very beautiful, slim but not very attractive. "Why has he chosen me?" - she asked herself.
He liked her. She was a pretty girl, a little naive, a little clumsy, sometimes - funny, sometimes - silly. But she loved him. He knew this. He was older and more experienced. He was a good pretender. He told her that he loved her, but his feelings were not strong. She was just a new sweet toy for him.
This night he had a special plan. It was a night of their first kiss. He wasn't in a hurry - he had planned everything. And now he was ready He looked at her. She was telling about her favourite book. Her eyes were shining, her voice was trembling. He stopped. He turned to her. He took her both hands. He looked in her eyes. He whispered - "Come closer". She did. She closed her eyes. She felt his breathing. His lips were somewhere near here. They touched hers...
It was a sweet kiss. It was a long kiss. It was their first kiss.
It was the last kiss for him.
Five minutes later he was lying on the ground breathless.
- Good bye, my sweet handsome boy, I loved you so much - said she, wiping off his tasty warm blood from her lips.