Fathoms

Chapter One|| Death

death.
{noun}
The perminant end of life;
The end of one's life forever

She could have been everything.

Could

Death. For Kim Aera this was a reincounter with an old acquaintance.

It had been easy. Far easier than originally expected. She was somehow,
Disappointed.

Oh how she'd longed for one last
thrill.
Her heart hadn't raced as she swayed slowly, feet creeping over the freezing rocks drenched in salty spray. Churning black waves soaked the pale skin of her bare legs, dragging the dirty stains of her past with them. She had licked her cracked lips hoping to taste any last remnants of the night's liquor. Stood just moments from her dermsie Kim Aera felt nothing.
A ghost of a smile crept across her lips and made it's self at home.

Weightless,

Painless,

Lifeless.

Kim Aera.
The epitome of unwavering youth. A breath of freedom and the taste of care free desires.

She could have been everything.
Could.

"This is the tale of my undoing"

   And not every story is a happy one.

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A.N: Thank you for reading the first chapter ☺️ I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes that were made! Anyways I hope you guys keep reading, please stay safe and healthy 😊👋