We shared our first kiss under the cherry blossom tree. It was perfect, like a scene from the movies. I stared into her eyes and brushed her soft hair from her delicate face. I saw the blood rush to her cheeks and imagined what it would be like to feel her soft skin. Her scent overwhelmed me – she made me lose all sense of control. This moment was… haunting.
After all, you never forget the first person you kill.
Tessa Lee is an up and coming author and a nationally recognized dancer.
This is her first contribution to DaddyElk.com
originally published May, 23 2016