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{The Grim Series} Lovers Lost~ Liam

oh yes! I am back! <3 but ehm yeah this one i think is pretty cute.

~Flora<3

You opened your eyes, a golden light filled them for a moment. You squinted and soon everything came into focus. You were where the acients came to life. The shelves carried their own lives, and within their pages held different emotions of lives once wasted, wars that were waged, and lovers that were lost. You stood up. You could feel something was there. You were here for a purpose. You began to walk down the aisle of shelves, your fingers gently brushing their spines. You read their titles only momentarily.

Your fingers landed atop a small book, and you could feel something telling you to pick it up. You pulled it out from inbetween its siblings and opened it. A fresh clean scent wavered to your nostrils as you began to flip the pages. The book was blank. A voice rang out,

"Rewrite your story, here is where you can begin again," 

You knew what you had to do.

You ran. 

The library was massive. Spiral staircases entertwined with ladders that led up mountains of books waiting to be written or read. Pages hung halfway out of their books, and desks lined large windows. Golden light poured in, revealing the dust that lazily flew about. You began to descend a spiral staircase, your body curving with every turn. You walked to one of the desks, sat down, and picked up one of the pens. 

Your fingers itched to rewrite the life you always wanted, away from all the pain. The voice rang out again.

"To rewrite your life, you must first write your life before fixing it,"

Fingers trembling you began to write. You wrote of the happy times as a child, soon the darkness starting flowing in, seeping into the pages, turing them an inky black. Growing up changed you. You wrote about all the monsters that tormented you inside your head. You wrote of the sleepless nights, wet pillows, and covered ears. You remembered the moving to different places, the new faces, always judging. You remember writing your fears in blood, instead of ink. You remember seeing your monsters outside instead of in your head. 

By now the pages you wrote upon were the inky black you always had nightmares of. The words were white. Tears were streaming down your face as you wrote the life of struggle and war. The pages were not black anymore as you wrote about him. He was your first, Liam Payne. You smiled at the memory. His brown eyes, his short hair, his smile, all of them were imprinted in your mind, you could never forget. 

All too soon, the pages violently turned black again. You could remember flashing lights, cars lined up for miles. The sirens, oh the sirens, were ever so loud in your ears. You could remember, the questions, of who he was, how old he was, where he lived, and who his parents were. You could remember his body, cold. It didn't move anymore. 

You stopped writing, sobs emitted from your throat. You whispered out loud,

"I can't do it,"

The voice replied,

"You must,"

Painfully, oh so painfully you brought the pen down on the paper once again, and wrote on the black pages, white smearing the darkness as you sought to rewrite your life. He had died, that much was true. The pain that lingered was agonizing. You could feel it in your bones. Your brain refused to function, and you spent most of your days in your room. The tears stopped after two months. You could remember the pain of everyone accepting that you were ok and they stopped asking if you were ok. You were not ok. 

You dropped the pen next to the book and leaned back in your chair. You had caught up to the present. 

"Rewrite it all, get rid of all the pain,"

The voice called out, it sounded so soothing, understanding, even kind. Something about the voice caught you off guard, but you listened to it none the less. You began to write what you wish had happened to your life. You wrote of how you wold be popular in school, you would have friends, your parents would still be together. You would have had siblings, instead of being an only child. Your mother would have loved you and said you were beautiful. Your father would hold you close every time a boy left you, he would love you.

Liam would still be alive, 

You heard footsteps and you looked up. Your mouth hung slightly open. Liam was there, right in front of you. Hands shaking you stood up. Running to him you hugged him. He smelled no different from last time you hugged him, like honey and blue skies. 

"Liam, what are you doing here?"

You asked incredulously. He pointed to the book and smiled,

"You wrote me here," 

Tears spilled down your cheeks. You pulled him down and kissed him. He gently cradled you in his arms, his hands gently brushing your cheeks. You broke apart and whispered.

"I'm gonna keep you with me here forever," 

Liam's face turned serious,

"You have to finish the story, Y/N, if you don't, I'll disappear, and so will you," 

You pulled him close to you and said,

"I dont want anything else, I just want you, all I ever want and ever will want, will always be you, you and only you," 

Liam replied,

"I don't want you to throw your life away just so you can spend only a little time with me,"

You looked up at him and replied,

"My life was already thrown away, my parents, my friends, even I threw my own life away," 

"But if you finish the story you wont have to live that life anymore,"

"I dont want a life where we eventually die, I dont want to leave you first, and I dont want to lose you to death again, so ill beat him here, by disappearing with you,"  You replied.

The voice responded to your conversation,

"Foolish child, I gave you the chance to relive your life, and you rejected my graces,"

You felt cold, colder than you've ever felt in my life. You looked down and realized your legs weren't there. You looked up at Liam, his legs too were slowly eroding into invisibility. He pulled you close. The cold began to climb faster, winding its way up your bodies.

He looked down at you, a tear slid down his cheek.

"Where I disappear will be different from where you will disappear to, I'm already dead,"

By now you were down to your neck, his hand gently caressed your cheek. 

"I love you,"

The last thing you saw was his face slowly disappearing from existence. 

You never woke up.

And Neither did Liam.

AND SO CONCLUDES THE GRIM SERIES

I bet you all are rejoicing. I bet you be screaming HALLELUJAH cus I am! XD I hate making people cry but I felt like it must be done, everyonw always writes really cheesy imagines so I wanted to change things up :) yanoeeee

anywhooo Deuces my loves

~Flora<3