~ BOOK 2 of Levels of Love ~
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It walks through the crowd below with an easy, almost arrogant, stride, beanie pulled low over its forehead. But not low enough to hide its piercing, cold eyes. I don't know why but my breathing sudd...
So I've decided to enter this story into The Wattys 2017, just to give you all a heads up, and we'll see what happens. XD
I've also been keeping up with updating this more which is always refreshing. ^o^
Media is BLACKPINK's As If It's Your Last which I actually only just realised is a fitting title for what's been going on in this story lately....
This part is dedicated to kubskoutzz - thank you for the support!! Lately I've been having issues adding the little dedication thing I normally do so I apologise if anyone doesn't get the notification thing (all technical terms). My computer just celebrated it's 4th birthday and is having some major issues. (_ _ ;)
I'll stop 'talking' now.
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Days pass and blur into each other as I lie curled in Hanbin's bed crying. I can't stop and I can't move. Junhoe carried me to their new house and hideaway that night, after Chanwoo managed to creep into my head and mildly sedate me enough that I stopped screaming and loosened my grip on Hanbin. This meant the paramedics could finally get to him but no one waited around for the final verdict except Jinhwan. Hanbin was dead. Of course he was dead. Shot by my magic straight in the heart and fallen fifty stories, how could he have survived? Junhoe's managed to keep my alive with loosely scheduled water and food but I can't taste or feel anything. I just lie here and he feeds me and I want to thank him, want to hug him and cry and let him help me heal but I won't. I can't.
"There you are Princess", croons a hoarse voice out of the dimness of the room.
I peer through my swollen eyelids at the dark, lacy figure standing in front of me. The Prophet.
"It's taken me longer than I thought to find you, but then again you are hiding amongst the horrific smell of Daemons."
I close my eyes again, a single tear sliding free and rolling down my cheek.
"I didn't mean to upset you. Where else would you belong now that Meli's stolen your crown and your man?" the Prophet laughs harshly, like the sound of sawing wood.
I reopen my eyes as far as the puffiness would let them, "What?" I haven't spoken in days and only cried leaving my voice nothing but a painful whisper.
"Well, she did kill the Daemon Prince and you are 'contaminated'. Don't worry, it was a mutual agreement. You'll always be my favourite."
Meli had married Lord Jakob and they'd both taken over my birthright? After the Prophet had killed my parents?
