𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝒐𝒇 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐭.
A truly dark and unconventional romance that's still somehow saccharine at its rotten core.
❥ 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀 is a 28-year-old wannabe ballerina with her head stuck in the clou...
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Louisa's POV
I feel seasick. Or what I'd imagine seasickness to feel like.
Dizzy. Floating. Swaying.
It's like the ground beneath me has caved in, but I can't fall. I'm stuck, drifting in the air. Limbless. No arms to wave, no legs to kick.
My eyes are sewn shut. So hopelessly anchored, so hopelessly heavy.
"...happen all at once, like being wound up..."
There's someone talking. They're close. It sounds like they're underwater. Muffled. Distorted. Garbled.
My scalp starts to tingle. Something light trails down the back of my head, weaving through my hair and stealing all my tension. I feel all my senses coming back, like my body is re-materializing.
Just as soon as I start to feel again, I wish I hadn't.
My arms are terribly sore, the kind of sore that relentlessly throbs at even the slightest motion, the kind of sore that refuses to let you forget.
How could I forget? Daddy's mad at me.
It takes every ounce of energy I can muster to unglue my eyes, still sticky with sleep. Everything's an incohesive blur. A silhouette of a man sits right in front of me, with his legs crossed and an open book in his lap.
"...doesn't happen all at once, said the Skin Horse..."
The Velveteen Rabbit. It's Daddy! Daddy's here. He's reading to me and playing with my hair.
I knew he'd come back for me. He's not mad at me anymore!
His hand halts just behind my ear as I feebly try to sit up, wincing from the jolting pain that shoots up my arms as a result. Compression bandages snugly hold my forearms and a horrendous headache emerges as soon as I'm upright. My eyes, still lazy and unfocused, search for him.
I'm so glad he came back for me.
"Oh, there she is," a resonate voice muses.
A voice that's not Daddy's.
"You had me beginning to worry, baby doll." The hand that's also not Daddy's slides from my nape to my cheek, stroking the apple with his thumb.
