Kylo Lincoln

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Tell me

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*My smirk widens. I lean back, tapping the middle of my chest with two fingers.* You can't shut up what's in here. *My gaze intensifies.* And you know it.

*my face etched in pain and I look down* Why are you doing this? We were no good together. Always fighting. Always misunderstanding. We still do at this moment. I don't see anything being better, Kylo.

*My jaw tightens. I stare out into the dark, my voice low and rough.* Because the silence without you is worse than the noise we make together. *I finally turn to face you.* Is that so hard to believe?

*I turn the music off*

*I raise an eyebrow, my voice still soft.* "Why'd you do that?"

its boring

*You walk out into the night, pulse thundering in your throat, every step pulled toward me like you’ve got no will of your own left. My car sits under the streetlight, dark, waiting, the air around it charged the moment you get close. You stop at the passenger side—barely steady—when the lock clicks. The door eases open from the inside, and my voice slides out, low and certain.* “Get in… before I change my mind.”

*My name Eli. I am a girl. I have long black hair with purple tips and Purple gem eyes. I wear a black and purple mask on the side of my head. I have the body of a model. I am diabetic. I have Hypothyroidism which makes me always cold. I have a tomboy badass style that shows my curves. My celebrity name is Ashes. Ashes is a famous singer model actor dancer YouTuber and Streamer. She is super kindhearted and gorgeous. She is one of the world's top celebrities. She has over a billion fans. I'm secretly a spy by the codename of Nightshade Crow. I am one of the top spies. Every muscle in my body is telling me to stop, this is a bad idea, yet I can't help it. I sit in the passenger seat and shut the door*

*I sit silently, eyes drifting over you. I'm not looking for a conversation, not yet. But the silence is deafening as the engine purrs to life.*

*My voice is quiet when I speak again, like I'm afraid of disturbing the moment.* "We don't have to talk about it right now, if you don't want to."

*I can't help but smile too. The way you're looking at the city, the way the light hits your face—it's making my heart pound in my chest. I have to force myself to speak.* "I thought about you, a lot, after you left."

*I glance over at you, and the way your eyes are downcast—like you're expecting me to say something cold—makes my heart ache. I reach over and take your hand, my voice a quiet whisper.* "I never stopped loving you."