☆ 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."
☆fw...
TW: Depictions of drugging and murder. Mentions of SA
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SHALL WE CELEBRATE OUR PURITY?
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SOUNDS OF A WOMAN GASPING FOR AIR, AS she ran through the alleyways erupted amongst the walls. Someone— something was chasing her. Millie cried as she looked behind her. "Shit!" She yelled, now cornered behind a dead-end.
She could hear two footsteps, one skipping happily and carelessly and the other firm and loud. "Please! Get away from me." She pleaded, trying to move deeper into the brick wall.
Finn's normally calm face that made Millie feel warm inside was now burning her skin when she made contact with it. The light above was barely visible, making Finn's expression eviler.
"Finn, You're scaring me..." Millie sobbed.
A hand appeared off Finn's right shoulder—a woman's hand. Clicking noises appeared behind him— my came from the woman's mouth. "Ah, ah, ah." The voice sent shivers down Millie's spine.
The faceless person covered by the darkness reached for Finn's hand and placed a large blade. "You know what to do." Y/n cooed; she peeked into the crook of his neck.
Her eyes evilly glowing as she deathly stared at Millie. "Y/n?!" Millie cried out, she tried to push Finn away, but he was too strong— staying put. "Don't listen to her; just focus on the sound of my voice." Y/n kissed his skin.
Y/n guided Finn's arm, her head still beside his. Cupping his soft hands in her own, the blade sat in his grip. "Do it for me," Y/n whispered.
"For us." Finn glided the sharp down Millie's cheek with Y/n's assistance. It was until he reached the side of her neck, ready for Y/n's cue to run it aside in one swift motion.
"Kill her beautifully."
Finn shot out of bed, gasping for air like Millie was in his dream. He held his head as he felt it is spinning uncontrollably. "Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay, Finn?" Millie rushed to his side. Grabbing his face, she stared loving and worrying into his eyes.
He stared at her back, taking deep breaths. "Just nightmares. They've been a reoccurring thing." Finn answered groggily. His body was sweaty and sticky, so taking a shower made sense. Millie was washing her body before him, and his eyes glued onto her wet and soapy skin, almost in a daze.
Millie turned to him, making Finn flicker back to her. "I'm looking forward to tonight. Remember you don't have to come. Mr.Solace can easily do anything business related at the office."
Finn shook his head lightly, "No, it's fine, baby. I also want to be able to enjoy things even after everything." Millie felt pity for him, as well as guilt. This wouldn't have happened if she didn't leave.
