𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 BOOK 2: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. When I move into the world it feels like a moral fall, like seeking love in a whorehouse. ❝You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?❞ ❝Yes, does that scare you?❞
In which y/n who work...
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"From the base of her neck, to the arch of her eyelids her beauty made a slave of me."
- November Medley
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The burning wood crackles from the fireplace, your glass of whiskey had turned diluted and untouched resting on the wooden desk. The bottom of the glass circled with dripping moist, leaving a water ring stain over the wood surface.
It was the only thing you were forced to cast your glance on, not when the room was filled with hand-downs, furniture that your family owned once or whatever was left of it..
Somehow it haunted you, like you could see your small ghost self wandering around each of it, haunting you..
You don't believe in ghosts, but you do believe in those who remember your name. You have no idea which, Arda or Y/n.
You were terrified of the folks you remembered sitting in those antique chairs. Those who worked behind that desk. People who turn on that lamp.
You couldn't comprehend how the room's emptiness could feel like it was also filled in.
You don't believe in ghosts, but when you think of Rindou, you feel your hands shake.
Why do you still sense his presence despite his absence? No matter how many days you spend your time trying to bury your memories, they keep coming back, like a rubber band when pulled just as further, it hits back just as harder. Although you don't believe in ghosts, you do believe in being haunted.
The desk you completely remembered was from your father's office.
Parts of it had small scratches here and there, you'd have your hand trailed over the scratch marks, every mark brought a wash of reminiscence..
It brought a smile to your face to remember it, but at the same time it dropped, remembering how you leaned on it, flashes of you crying and sobbing, forehead pressed down on the surface as your back scorched with pain while you took in your father's heavy hand of abuse. It had you removing your hand like it had burned you..
