Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

25: Jane Blanchard Styles

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

 "Roses of Possession"

25: Jane Blanchard Styles

♔[Jane's POV]♔

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"Jane!" "Jane!"

Someone was chanting my name. My body froze, from my head down to my toes. There was nothing I could see, nothing I could feel. There must've been something placed on my nostrils, blocking the supposed air. I was grasping for some. I could feel myself lightly placed on a thin rope above nothing. It was like, I was floating.

Everything around me seems to disappear although I couldn't see. My eyes were open. I was aware. Suddenly, an excruciating pain spread throughout my body. My fingers were trembling and my system stopped receiving air. A sharp sensation slowly took my last breath.

Before I completely blacked out, a soft and warm hand hold onto mine. Whoever that is, both of us, we fell deeper down into a seemingly endless fall. My head was throbbing and as the person who held my hand, tightened his grip, I felt myself smile. Then, my body collasped

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"Jane!" "Jane!"

My spiritual eyes opened, revealing a sky of black. Someone took my hand and stirred me up from a temporary system failure. The voice was different but it doesn't really matter anymore. At least, I'm alive. And, was it just a dream? My body was lightly laying above nothing. My neck hurts and all I could feel was the extreme pain spreading through my veins. 

I could feel myself floating; flying. 

But now, my body rests on a somewhat hard but soft land and I couldn't feel peace. My head was extremely thorbbing and my lungs are in need of air. My fingers are prunes and my lips are quivering from cold. I could hear waves kissing the soft land I was resting on. 

"Jane? Can you hear me?"

He spoke again. He sounded pleading, desperate, hopeless. I was completely out of mind. The next thing I was aware of; I slowly opened my eyes and instantly met a pair of slight red ones. At first, they looked menacing. But as soon as my eyes fully opened, I felt everything rushed back in.

"Harry?" I mumbled out, out of breath. "What happe-"

"Thank you so much you're alive!" Harry pulled me up in his chest and softly brushed my wet hair with his fingers. He carefully pecked a kiss on my forehead and squeezed me tight again.

Giggling out of nowhere, I pushed him away and took in a few things before me. There was an ocean. And Harry and I were all wet. I sure didn't invite him to have some fun; did I? I stood up and looked down as I realized what I was wearing. 

It's a familiar white dress, extravagantly designed with diamons. The dress was now stained by muds and sand. My brows furrowed as I study myself carefully. "Harry, what happened?"