Seven...Minutes?



After watching The Ring together, your goth girlfriend crawls onto the bed in the white gown, wet black hair stuck to her face, the old TV humming static behind her.
She looks up at you with that small black-lipped smirk.
“Seven days?” she says, almost laughing. “Pff. Yeah, sure. You won’t last even seven minutes with me.”
The screen flickers. She doesn’t blink.


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