☆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, A boy discovers his
dead lover faked her death
for years to escape her old life
The words written were undeniably hers.
"Even in death, he's still mine.
Remember that.
𝐋♥︎𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
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DON'T YOU THINK THAT I SHOULD KNOW?
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*＊✿❀ ❀✿＊*
UH, OH. I'M IN TROUBLE NOW. I can already hear Raul yelling at me. And Peter giving me that stupid disapproving look.
Finn looked Y/n up and down, noticing the blood all over her body. "When you said you would take me somewhere, I didn't think you meant your apartment." Y/n looked around, and it was cozy and warm.
Turning back, Y/n noticed Finn lock the door behind him. Her eyes traveled to his hand on the doorknob, then back to him.
"Why did you lock the door?" She asked.
"You're not leaving until you tell me who the fuck you are," Finn warned. His voice was both stern and deep— sending shivers down her spice.
"Hm..." Y/n hummed. "No thanks. I don't mind staying here for a while." She smiled softly before walking around the living area. "Ooo, nice job with the decorations."
She grabbed one of the small decorative items on the shelves. "Who are you? What's your name? Is it Reagan?"
Y/n placed the object down, annoyed. "What's with all the questions?" She threw her hands up in the air. "Tell me why I shouldn't call the cops on you?"
"Easy." She put her hand on her hip. "I won't let you."
"What makes—"
Y/n ignored him, walking into the hallway to see framed pictures on the wall. "God, Why wasn't it you that found Ty that night so I could've killed you?" Y/n grumbled to herself, snatching the hung-up picture of Millie.
He didn't hear her words, only seeing her interest in the picture frame. "Are you Y/n?" Finn asked. He was hesitant to ask the question that was boring to him. She turned her head, the object still in her hand.
"Obviously," Y/n answered before she let the picture frame fall on the floor, allowing the glass to shatter.
"Oops."
Finn furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing her roughly before shoving her against the wall. It didn't register to her for a second, but Finn's burning eyes were the only thing she could see from the pain of her head hitting the wall.
"How the fuck are you alive?" He yelled in her face. "Because I was never dead to begin with." Her smile was terrifying as it had no empathy behind it.
