My vision is filled with warm, hazel eyes that match my own. They smile down at me, and I know my eyes smile up at him as well. I feel his breath on my skin. I taste his lips on mine. I can hear my heart singing to the tune of a sixteen-year-old girl in love. I breathe in his scent. He surrounds me. Everything is him; he is everything. I am so, so aware of him.
Then, the tang of blood fill my mouth. My lips are no longer meeting his. He no longer envelopes me. Instead of him, I see his brother. I see Marcus.
I scream his name. Travis. Nothing. No response.
His brother is advancing on me, a single rose in his hand. A rose, my least favorite flower. A flower that could hurt me more than anything else in the world.
I scream his name again. Still nothing. My throat is hoarse from screaming, so I stop. But still, shrieks ring in my ears. My vision tunnels, and the world is spinning, spinning, spinning...
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The Beauty of Mist, the Beast of Dawn {INDEFINITE HOLD}
FantasyA Loose Retelling of Beauty and the Beast A BEAUTIFUL WITCH. Bookish Myalah, the town beauty as well as its only living witch, has always wanted a way out. Now, especially, about a year after having her heart broken, she is more desperate than ever...
