How can one become dark if they're already born within the darkness?
Adrienne Steally had the perfect life. A Mother, a Father, a Brother, and the white picket fence dream. But, all can be ripped away with one choice. That's what Adrienne father di...
Love can mean many things. Love can mean happiness, love can mean restlessness, love can mean stress. But love, can also mean war.
War. Grewsome. Bloody. Struggle. And most of all, death.
Not everyone would describe love as this. Some people might even think I'm crazy for even talking about love like this. But fuck those people. They don't know love truly. Never felt so involved, so invested in how the feeling just takes over. How it controls your every thought, every breath, every beat of your heart. How it takes over your mind, invades in everything you do. It's a parasite.
Parasite. War. Death. All are associated with love. But what if true love was with death? What if it was death? What if there is a different kind of love? A dark, all consuming, envying love? One that no one but death could control himself.
That is true love. And that was my love.
Dark. A part of the shadows. A figure of shadow and black smoke. A black rose.
One can get pulled from light to dark. But what if you were born with a black heart? Always felt a sense of a blacked soul? Was born in nothings of nothing? Was born to be with the darkness?
It all started when a baby girl with blonde hair, black eyes, and a birth mark shaped as a half-moon was born. Adrienne Steally. The Dark One. The meaning of her name.
Born with darkness in her name, in her blood, and in her heart. The bride of death. That's what they called her. Even if she thought she could be good, beg to be good, she could never, would never, and ever been good or light. There will always be a pull. A dark pull.
Even if that pull was with someone, that forbidden love, she could never forget who she truly was. Who she truly is and why she is the way she is.
That baby girl, the dark one, that girl is me.
Adrienne Steally. The Dark One. The bride of death. The one with a blacked heart. And one with her blacked rose right in her pocket.
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