What if the one you were destined to love was trapped between two worlds?
Avriel Abbott is drawn to the mysteries of the supernatural, but nothing could prepare her for the enigmatic ghost Iver Killian. As their connection deepens, they uncover secr...
As Avriel wasn't feeling well, we decided to stay at home today and postpone the sorceress hunt until tomorrow.
Avriel: I'm so sorry for clinging onto you like this. I just had the weirdest dream or nightmare or whatever it was.
Iver: It's fine. Though I must say, you've managed to pull out my sarcastic side. Bravo.
Avriel: I didn't know you could be so goofy and humorous.
Iver: Oh, there's a lot you don't know about me. I used to be quite the savage, the kind of guy who'd humble you with a sarcastic quip before you even had time to feel insulted.
Avriel: Really? This is such a new side of you.
Iver: *Winking slyly* Trust me, there's another side that you don't know.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly over breakfast. Neither of them realized how much they were opening up to each other, their words weaving an unspoken bond. For the first time, the haunted house didn't feel so haunted, it felt like a home.
Iver's POV
She's changing me, and I don't know how to feel about it. There's something unsettling about the way this woman disarms me with her warmth. It's as if she's taming a storm with a single touch. How does she do it? And more importantly, why? I don't deserve her kindness or her care, not after everything. I wanted to destroy her once, and now she's fighting for me. The question is, can I ever give her what she truly deserves?
Avriel's POV
After breakfast, Iver surprised me with an offer to show me the garden. As we walked through the valley of lilies, he explained the meanings of various flowers with a mix of surprising eloquence and his usual sarcasm.
Iver: Do you know what that little blue flower represents?
Avriel: Which one? The dainty one over there?
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Iver: *Nods* That's called "Forget-Me-Not."
Avriel: What an odd name for such a delicate thing.
Iver: There's a story behind it. A French knight once tried to fetch this flower for his lady but lost his balance and fell into a river. As he sank, he tossed the flower to her and shouted, "Don't forget me." Romantic, right?
Avriel: That's... heartbreaking.
Iver: Exactly. Tragic romance is my forte. But the flower symbolizes remembrance and longing, something I imagine you humans take very seriously.
Avriel: Do you like it?
Iver: I do. For the living, it's a reminder of love and loss. For the dead, though, it means something entirely different. It represents the love and care they still receive, even after they've passed.
His gaze lingered on me, and for a moment, I couldn't look away. His words, heavy with unspoken emotion, hung in the air.
We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the garden. Iver, true to form, peppered our walk with sarcastic remarks, each one sending me into peals of laughter. Somehow, amidst the tragedy and tension, there was joy. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and violet, we made our way back to the house.
Avriel: The garden was so beautiful. I didn't think I'd find so much peace in a place like this.
Iver: *Mockingly serious* Well, you're welcome. Maintaining a haunted garden isn't easy, you know. Do you have any idea how hard it is to scare off crows while being a ghost? They don't even flinch.
Avriel: *Giggling* Oh no, what a tragedy. The great Iver Killian, outsmarted by crows.
Iver: Hey, those birds are terrifying.
Have you seen their eyes? They're like little judges of the underworld.
Avriel: *Laughing* You're impossible.
Iver: Impossible, but undeniably charming. It's a gift, really.
As we entered the house, his sarcastic humor lingered in the air, warming the space in a way I didn't think possible.
Iver: Tomorrow's hunt for the sorceress won't be easy. Promise me one thing, Avriel. Don't risk your life because of me.
Avriel: *Smirking* With a powerful ghost like you by my side, I don't think I need to fear a mere sorceress.
Iver: Cute. But let me remind you, sarcasm is my territory, sweetheart. You're playing in the big leagues now.
Their laughter echoed through the house, turning what should have been a tense moment into something light and warm. For a brief instant, the weight of the world seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in their fragile yet growing connection.
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Hello loves, sorry for the late posting as I was sick!
I hope you like their little moments of life. Please vote and comment for the next part🫶🏻.
