Bloodholic

Prologue

Her hair burned like fire in the sunset, dancing with the wind. She was enchanting, her body moving gracefully. My heart, as if it had a mind of its own, skipped beats in rhythm with her dance, captivated by the way she let herself be carried away by the moment. Her spirit was carefree, a rare quality that drew people in.

Yet, beneath her smile, I knew the truth. She concealed her tears, a mask that hid the battles she endured. I had the privilege of seeing beyond that mask. She had entrusted me with the protection of her heart, allowing me to see the raw pain.

It was my duty to guard that heart, to protect it from any more hurt. She had begged me, her eyes showed a vulnerability, and so I had taken on the role willingly. But no matter how close I was to her, I struggled to comprehend how someone burdened by such sorrow could continue to live with such hope, embracing life.

My gaze drifted to her arm, the scars in her skin a proof of survival to the battles she had fought, both within and out. Even the most flawless surface couldn't hide the weight those scars carried.

"Ko, the sun is beginning to disappear. We should start heading back," I suggested.

Turning her stare toward me, she gave a smile so warm that I couldn't help the tear that trailed down my cheek. Our journey had been one with hardships, and yet, it was these moments that forged an unbreakable bond between us. Our lives were so deeply connected, it was as though we shared the same heartbeat.

As our eyes locked, I saw worlds hidden within her green eyes. She moved through the water, creating ripples that mirrored the ripples of our intertwined fates. Her long, red locks flowed with the breeze.

"Alright," she whispered, her voice gentle. "Let's go home."

With that, we turned away from the water's edge, the promise of a new day on the horizon. Our stories untold, a chapter yet to unfold, a future that held both uncertainty and hope.

Coming Soon.