It's 10 am, what a joke. I went to the market to buy some food and Kiara stayed in the apartment. Marseille is beautiful, I don't know why she wanted to stay there, no one is looking up for us, at least I hope so.
These streets are calm, people are always looking happy and those buildings have so many stories to tell. I could tell them for you, but I'm lazy. Not sorry.
I was walking through the center of the city and on a TV they showed a photo of Kiara, she was on the news, but why? I didn't understand at first, because I don't speak French, duh. Then they showed a cam record from the Buckingham Palace, they recognized her. Sons of a bitch, I swear to God if something happened to her...
I need to back to the hotel as fast as I can run, I can't let this happen. How did they recognize her and not me? This is not happening; I thought they wouldn't catch us. It's a nightmare.
I've always known that something bad would happen to us, but I was blind, because of love and stupid things. I'm a sad writer and all of a sudden I turned into a happy lover. It makes me want to throw up, but I think it's not that bad. I've been carrying this weight over my shoulders, I thought I wasn't good enough.
It's incredible how a person can completely change your life and turn your mind upside down. Love is a strong drug, it makes you feel high and you can't think straight, you lose all your senses. Your mind and eyes are fixed in only one person, maybe two. Anyways, the point is I love Kiara so much and I can't let her go.
I got in the hotel and entered in our room, she wasn't there, maybe the police took her before I got here? No, it's impossible, everything is on the place and it's clean and... wait a second. She left her notebook here, there's a lot of witchcraft stuff that has been written in these pages. Cool. However, that is not helping me at all. If I think a little bit, maybe, some witches took her first? No, it's not a good bet. I started to look for anything to help me and then I found a piece of paper under the bed, guess what? Kiara wrote it.
"Stella, once again I will need your help, I don't have enough time to explain everything, but I'm a witch and I'm part of ominous society...well, I left it. Now, they want to kill me. They will be here soon and probably they're going to take me to a castle in Prague. I love you."
Are you fucking kidding me? Who are "they"? Castle? Prague? I love you too, I guess. Goddamn it Kiara, you could've said that before or done something about it and I should've known. Incredible.
Okay, how am I going to do that? I don't have enough money to take a plain to Prague, maybe I can rent a car, I don't know.
Perfect, now the police are here, in a matter of a second everything turned into a fucking disaster. That is the life I deserve and I'm paying for my sins. Why?
I guess I need to save the love of my life, escape from the police, fight a mysterious society or anything like that and be a hero. It sounds simple for me. I don't have a choice either.
My name is Stella Wright and I'm just a writer who can't be stopped from doing dumb and unnecessary things, nice to meet you.
Now, let's be a hero for once.
