Beasty | First Draft Sample

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Had I ever wondered how a wedding night would be? If I had, today I did not remember.

The night is dying as I write this sentence, and I'm watching it take its last breath so that its lover may be able to live another day.

Last night had been my wedding night. What was worse than being left on the road of love? Marrying a man that still loved to cling to the essence of his past.

The night has just taken its last breath, the sun is being born again, a million dews have draped the shoulders of the nature around me and all I can do is sigh in relief. The lonely night has finally passed.

Is it okay to be weak for a moment? If so then I'd wonder where my husband is, in this moment.

Perhaps with his two fruits.

How pitiful.

What is the use of deciding to water a flower garden when what he truly loves are his fruits.

Did he marry me only because of pity? In his heart—did I hold no meaning?

Was I wrong to hope... that I could I earn even a small part of his affections?

Truly. How pitiful indeed.
-EL

"Ahh... Olivia."

My attention returned to the land of gravity, and I turned my gaze towards the whispering Fin, who was now looking towards the door.

Frowning, I followed his gaze.

"That blood is mine,"

"Sophia? How is that blood yours? How did it get here?" I frowned at the timid looking girl standing in the centre of the doorway, her hands holding each other, turning, and twisting in nervousness.

Sophia was quite obviously nervous. Her long black hair was braided today, her pale skin glowed almost unnaturally in contrast to her white dress of a uniform.

"I was told to clean the room with some of the boys."

My gaze moved to Adyl, only to find him frowning at Sophia intently, his gaze not once wavering.

"I can't see her."

I didn't understand what he meant, but I decided to let it go for now and ask him in the vicinity of privacy. Instead, I only concentrated on the shy voiceless girl before me.

"Where are the boys?" I asked looking around the destroyed room.

Sophia walked further into the room, and this time my attention moved to the white bandage that remained wrapped around her arm—shining brightly to my eyes.

"Oh! They went downstairs to organise a large garbage van to stand under your balcony. Are you okay, Olivia? I've been worried about you!"

Automatically my eyes dashed between the two men, and Fin shrugged with uncertainty.

Had we lost our mind for a second? Was my need to dispel Edika as non-existent and someone solid that could actually be found out and dealt with? Instead of my inevitable death?

I felt my shoulders slump with the sad realisation. Yes. I could not lie. Seeing the blood— I suppose I had jumped to conclusions in hope of having an enemy that I could defeat.