"You have to remember i love you so much mi amore" surrounded by flames, i reached my hand out towards the person "NO" before I was dragged out the falling house.
The flame has no culture, no pity, no mind, yet it consumes whatever it pleases. Its only criteria is if it can take it and reduce it to ash or something molten and foul, then it will. The flames burn hot, short and violent, with no care what will be left behind.
The pain of loss comes as witness, to bare testimony, to the realness of the love. Why do I feel like I've lost something I can't even remember?
Last night was pretty okay, I went home, showered and then we all went bowling.
It wasn't to bad but I hadn't spoken to Astraea since she saw that guy kill himself.
Unlike the other day I had a significantly smaller to do list:
1)I asked Alek to get as much information on Kathrine Knostra, so call him and see what he's found out.In case you forgot who she was her fingerprint was found in the mansion I escaped from, the fireproof letter found in the mansion used an anagram of her name as the recipient and someone used a nickname of 'Katherine' to buy the gas that exploded the shop.
2)find something to wear to the ball on Sunday. Whether that be a dress or suit I couldn't decide yet.
3)sketch out the tattoo I saw on the guys necks yesterday who attacked me and Nik ultimately telling me who's behind that attack.
4)ignore my mother (Rowena) and wait for her to apologies.
5)go to Rose's funeral and pay my respects.
To be honest four isn't really something I have to do I just wanna put it on there, anyways let's get this shit day started.
It's now 1 in the afternoon and I've been working on a painting all day, I've been inspired by this:
However I've changed the colour scheme a bit and changed it more to my liking.
I'm wearing one of Leonardos hoodies that I stole which is now covered in paint, my hair in a messy bun at the top and a pair of random shorts on.
And yet I still look good as fuck. Hehe
Dipping the thin paint brush into the fern green I started adding some leaves as Astraea walked in and sat opposite me, waking up Doja who was asleep.
"I'm sorry"
"For what" I genuinely asked, I wasn't about to say I forgive her unless i knew what exactly she was apologising for.
"The way i acted, i just, I've never seen you that way and it shocked me. I shouldn't have acted that way though, your my triplet, my sister and i know you would never hurt me"
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