Writing Prompt: He had a devilish smile playing on his beautiful but annoying face. "Yeah but you never liked her anyway, and what use is a house to a dead body anyway?" "She wasn't dead until you set her bloody house on fire with her asleep inside!
"I have to" I whisper "you don't HAVE to do anything!" He is nearly exploding right now, pulling at his hair pacing the room to turns to look at me "please." He says softly, he almost looks scared "don't go" <-- Not mine Writing prompt