The young boy opened the door. Revealing a girl. Her familiar features, and familiar auburn hair. Although her hair was cut shorter. "Miss me?" Years went by without seeing this girl. No, he didn't miss her. Of course not. "You almost killed me, how could I miss you?" The boy narrowed his eyes. There was no way he could reason with her, the thing she had done to him was unforgiving, and ruthless.
"You almost ki-"
"No, I almost saved you, by giving up my soul." The girl had let herself in. She inhaled heavily then faced the boy, her unnatural crimson gaze could scare away anyone except for the boy who calmly stared back at her. "Oh, Rian." The girl clasped her hands together -- pursing her rose colored lips, "You don't have to miss me. But, oh, how I missed you."
YOU ARE READING
Likewise
General FictionHis blunt expression hadn't changed, "You drugged my cake didn't you?" The boy peered into the glass cup, "And my orange juice. Goddamnit Zoey." In a basic explanation; Zoey, the half-dead girl showed up randomly with a new quirky personality. She h...
