𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄
Thea Quarts was never loved correctly. Not by her family, nor her lovers. She'd always wore a mask to cover up her families brutal truth, causing her to be unknown to who she truly was as a person. But when she meets a quirky p...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO SOMEONE PISSED IN HER CEREAL
BEFORE Thea McCarty met her wife and mate, Alice Cullen, she'd wished for death. Thea was suffering from trauma at the time but she always claims that wasn't the reason for her depressing statement.
Well, okay—that's a half-lie.
Sure, Thea had a sucky human life, anyone would rather die than live the life Thea did but vampire life was no better.
See, as a human, you can die. You're finally able to rest. As a vampire, there was no resting and no stopping. You lived with it forever, unlessyou were to die.
Thea isn't proud of it but the mindset made sense at the time. Death was the solution. It was the best option of Human, Vampire, or Death.
But things had changed, Thea no longer possessed this mindset. Particularly because of a certain pixie she was currently eyeing in the library.
"You're staring." Alice slightly sang the words.
Thea smiles at her mate through the bookshelf that stood between them. "I'm not staring..."
The two vampires were in a library on a casual rainy day in Forks, Washington. Thunder rumbled quietly and the heavy raindrops could be heard on the roof of the building.
Alice turns to her wife. She recovers a book from the shelf, opens it, and uses it to cover her face. Her eyes soon peeked from the top of the book.
When Alice sees Thea's eyes still observing her softly, she giggles. "Yup. You're definitely staring."
Alice made it bearable. Thea would still be the same unhealed bitchy version of herself if it wasn't for her.
Now don't get her wrong. Thea never fully healed, she has scars from her trauma. But after years of therapy with Carmilla, Thea has learned to live.
But Thea remembers everything. Her scars make sure that she never forgets.
Thea clicks her tongue as she makes her way around the shelf to her mate, taping on the wood as she goes. "I could stay here forever."
Alice watches the way Thea's eyes travel across the lines of books, it is the same way she used to look at their lake.
Thea and Alice had made a deal that whenever they moved, they would find their peace. Their peace just so happened to always be in the form of a place.
