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❝ and i was catching my breath, | staring out an open window, catching my death. ❞
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EVERYTHING HAS AN ENDING.
Relationships, friendships, life — they were all revolving doors waiting to stop spinning; the illusions of their constant turns distracting us from the ticking clock measuring our time alive.
However, Carolina Myers refused to step through those doors. She always held a grudge with the hour-by-hour ticktock indicating when she'd die — in her eyes, she would decide when she'd die, not the universe.
The concept of death was familiar to her, having watched others crumble under its chokehold. Death waited for no one, bided to no one's advances, and certainly couldn't care about its inconvenience. It took pleasure in claiming its next innocent victim; enclosing their throats with gelid fingers and relishing the sounds of final breaths being taken. It stole lives full of joy and buried them under six feet of putrid dirt, punishing them to an afterlife full of silence.
Out of refusal to an early death to the grave, Carolina would stake her life on the question buzzing inside her head. All she wanted was answers to an ending she wasn't willing to accept, an ending that haunted her and changed the course of her being
Though the community of Coney Bay disregarded the strangeness of their town; the alerting amount of people that went missing, the paranoia clouding every person's sense of judgment, even the unexplainable terror that hung in the air, Carolina hadn't. The itch in her brain had become unbearable, leaving her with an unquenched curiosity, the sort that many warned her to ignore.
If everything in life had an ending, who's to say death is out of the equation? If death did have the ability to cause endings — then how come Este Rothschild's failed to be concluded?
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To the girls who wish the meet death, may this book help you go touch grass and see past the red flags you tint shades of pink!
— RORY'S RANTS! • hi.. • i had a little crisis with this book and decided to redo the entire thing! ( thank you to my editor, bless her heart for putting up with me, i love you angel! ) • i started college, so expect the updates to be less frequent. i'll be surprised if i get four chapters out before winter break.
WARNINGS • the people who have read the og will understand that my warnings don't do much — but i'll still warn y'all anyways! • this story has too many of them to be honest so i'll be adding triggers warnings/etc to certain sections — buckle in, this book is anything but happy.
