Love Killer (sample)

Chapter 8

I lived in his house a couple of times. There everything was peaceful and felt so real. I had severe memory loss sometimes, the doctors said it was from that night. I couldn't remember certain things happening or certain days or nights. I had Rowan by my side though, and I trusted him. Days passed peacefully and harmonically at his house. The dusty books became our love hotspot, he loved reading, especially cooking books and medical documentaries. I was more of a romantic type of reader. My favorite books were Romeo and Juliet and another where I couldn't quite remember the name. It was about a girl and a young man falling in love. Deeply in love and lived together forever until she realized that he did something awful. I believe he cheated on her or something like that, I'm still reading it with Rowan. He said that what I read is drama and not educational, but I always loved romantic stories, they reminded me of our own.

Sometimes Rowan made me tea, or coffee, or hot chocolate. It was pretty random times, although I felt appreciated by it. He rarely left the house. He sometimes went on walks and said it was to clear his mind. He had a lot to think about because his house was in dept. He refused to let me work, moreover, we were in a field, far apart from everyone and everything. he said it was detoxing from society and the world's toxicity, I agreed strongly. That was the only thing me and Rowan could actually, totally agree on. We hated people, the world, and how the world treated us. He was from a poor family and now living in this uncle's old house. His uncle had a filthy past, he hated him. He used to bring in this house his fuzzy girlfriends. Rowan didn't want to talk about his uncle, he said he would make him pay one day for everything.