She was an iron fist in a velvet glove. The glue that tied the Knights and the Sons together.
She was a hurricane that wrecked your life and changed it forever. I couldn't escape her. I couldn't escape the wreckage she left behind her. She changed my life upside down, that was for sure.
But to be honest, sometimes it didn't matter all she did or could do to you. It didn't matter all she was and represented. All that matter was the heartbeat you skipped when you looked at her.
All that matter was the haunting ever lasting impression she had on you. You couldn't look away, especially when she stared into your soul with her gorgeous blue eyes
You couldn't look away when she moved or when she sat there busy with her thoughts. You couldn't look away when she heavily breathed while a storm formed in her mind. You couldn't look away when she was nearby.
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