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𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

EVERYONE LOVED SERAFINA. Everything about her was compelling. Her complexion, despite her unique features, which happened to be exactly what was so entrancing. Her laugh, would carry among others and raise their spirits, laughs followed along side of her wherever she went. The way her black hair would shelter her shoulders, hanging off like vines in a beautiful forest. The darkened strands in front of her face fell gracefully, like something out of a movie. Her skin was glimmering and soft, her eyes kind and inviting. It was goddess-like, to some.

She had no set reputation. She wasn't weird, she wasn't preppy, she wasn't mean, or shy. She fit nowhere, and that's exactly why she was unique. She was just... her. Serafina. Serafina Linestead. She seemed to have everything together. No problems, always smart. Always kind. She was never caught in any type of trouble, any type of drama. She was Serafina, and she was breathtakingly gorgeous. Celestial.

That is, until something unexplainable happened. Suddenly, Serafina's perfect, golden life was ripped away from her into shreds. Tore into so many pieces until they were thrown into the ocean, never to be seen again. Small shards of her life remained in her throat, in her mind. Leaving scars all around. It was like everything and nothing exploded all at once.

As she still had hope, her instincts brought her diving into the ocean, her eyes determined to find every piece and put them back together like a puzzle. She was always good at puzzles. This should be no different. But when she tried to retrieve the pieces, she found herself drowning, too far from the surface to get back in time. With no one to save her. No one to help. She was stuck, water filling her lungs, shards of glass tearing her heart and her throat. Tears would mix with the deep blue ocean and fall into the abyss, lost just like her beloved. She would thrash, reaching for the surface of which the sun glistened off of, and if her life wasn't snatched from her own grasp, she'd feel peaceful. She'd enjoy the beautiful rays of yellow and blue, the way the reflections were softened by the water.

She'd always remember how her hand glowed in the muffled sunlight, just as she'd almost lost her final fight. Always, she'd been strong. As her life was tore from her soul, her strength weakened. A new life took over, and learning to be strong again was a haul.

It was only a darkened hand that reached out to her that caught her attention. The hand grabbed hers, with a force of emotion she had never encountered before. A force of emotion that was so far from anything her previous life had taught her. So far, so unrecognizable that she had to figure it out. After all, she'd always been good at puzzles. He should be no different.

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