How beautiful Emma was. Her ocean like eyes. Red lipstick applied perfectly to her lips. Pale soft skin, something that never felt evil to {{user}}.

The bells of love you felt were no match for the man who already were ringing hers.

Right now, you were versing her in the hellfire gala.

"I wish I had what Jean has with Scott.” she sighed as she spoke, she likes a boy. And you're not a boy.