Y/n's POV:
As I was reading another novel in the living room, my nostalgic smile with me, I followed the words as they were the most precious diamonds on Earth. Or the equivalent for Hell, but that's not important. What I want to really say is that this book was Victoria's favorite.
Vic... Only if you knew how sorry I am.
We both cried as Victoria's tears fell on my cheeks. Our hands were holding each other's as my feet were floating in the air, touching no floor or ground possible. I could hear the faint screams under me, all telling us something. But I can't remember clearly what they were saying.
-Everything will be okay N/n! Let go of my hand, quick!
Seeing I wasn't going to through fear and stubborness, she let go of my hand as I yelled, falling in the grass' direction. Hers was still there as her back faced me as I yelled:
-Vic, no!
I quickly put myself together again as I closed the novel and put it back on the shelf.
I remember what Rosie told me earlier. I was surely not ready for this, but here what's the problem, if I can it like this.
-You're in love with Alastor, Y/n.
Rosie told me, giggling like a little girl but more politely, after I told her how I kept getting hypnotized by his soft radio voice, how his gorgeous red eyes made me blush a little when they were in my direction, how I kept stuttering when he compliment me or how I always felt like I wanted to stay with him when he leave.
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Strings of Fate
FanfictionAn arranged marriage. Two choices are offered to you: either to marry a man you dislike or escape the wedding. The choice should be easy, right? Or will it lead you to something, or someone, different? Credits to the artist who made this fanart.
