Inhale, exhale. The sound of your breathing slamming against your chest. That's the only noise she makes now. Doesn't move either. Just sits there and stares – her eyes follow movement though.
"Leah," I sit down beside her. "What's going on?"
She was lovely, the loveliest thing that's ever happened to me. Heart shaped face, framed by hair more strawberry than blonde that curled downward in complex ringlets, straightening out near the tip like a stunt plane tumbling through the sky before levelling out. Five days and six hours ago, she wore a cream coloured jumper and black jeans. Today, she's still wearing it.
She used to have this supernatural vibrancy. Voluptuous curves, tan skin, ruby and gold hair - like jewellery, full pink lips, a smattering of freckles. She always smelled like lilies and plumerias, even in winter. She always looked fertile, like she could kiss a corpse back to life.
But now... she's dead.
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Forneus
Mystery / ThrillerIt's one thing to have your girlfriend possessed. It's another thing to fall in love with the demon that possessed your girlfriend.
