𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | " 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? "
Both trying to understand the
meaning of dangerous attraction,
it was an ongoing rivalry between
two former criminals. Somewhere
amidst vicious Ti...
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN WHISPERS OF THE DEVIL
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Whispers.
It never stopped. Didn't cease. A cycle of noises and hums, lingering in her skull, stirring in her veins, and not once ending. She couldn't ignore them. They were either too loud, too nosy. Too many. Or nothing at all. It annoyed her to the very end, left without a way and a choice to resolve. Many times had her pondering for an answer. Occasionally wishing. Once praying for it to vanish. It was an enigma too intricate for her to recall when exactly they started. Too cluttered. Disarrayed. Almost felt like piling and weaving through the havoc created in her head. A mess that she didn't set.
The tending years, time that lapsed into moments of converting seasons and tidings, memories suppressed and colliding, it all streamed in her head, brazen with a reality that she couldn't construe. Chest contracting, squeezing that tiny space desolated in her heart. It veered in her mind, chained down to a tenebrous hollow where she could forget. Head and sight clouded with the invading thought of being free. Alone. A stripped life without the unchanging ringing and sirens humming back, a tearing mark that had her aware of the past that she couldn't ignore.
Remembering hurt.
Words of susceptibility had come and go. Surmises and convictions reaching through. News had been circulating all night as the dark came quicker than anticipated, falling above her head that she partly missed the setting and ambient sun. She couldn't help but listen to them once she made the quick decision to step outside from Stohess District's quarters. The outdoor air felt cold and sharp on her skin, her heart beating erratically in her chest as she almost felt like running out of oxygen. Lost in the depths of arraying cluster of preceding soldiers, there was no looking back, head straight, and shoulders taught. Stiff as she moved, weaving in between the patter and talk of individuals in hurried movements that led her nowhere, anywhere but to turn back.
"Wall Rose has been breached."
It was everywhere.
She couldn't escape it. Break from the feeling of dread crawling up her bones. It teemed her heart, blood buzzing in her body, drenching her skin in an arctic gale that shattered her from within. Her night seeming to never end, spiraling in events she didn't want to turn to. She sauntered through the open grounds, brushing off the slight chill that dragged down her rigid spine. A tint of grey flashed in her eyes. She blinked. She was met with the sea of bustling cadets, scurrying left and right, their faces a whirling blur to her vision. Boots coming down to a halt, heels digging in the pavement as she paused, stiffening in place.
