As I stumbled closer to her voice, the strong smell of pine and mud invaded my nose, still that sickening sweet scent killed me further and further into the trees, each step I took she turned sweeter, her smell, her sight... her voice.
I glanced at the broken down building, its door split and its windows shattered...
Yet all sense of danger dispersed as she gracefully continued forward, luring me into the sunken place, that was the first and last time I met a Siren, as she pressed her soft hand through my chest, tightly grasping my heart like she had once done before.
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Beauty's Call
Short StoryTill death do us part... ------ Yet another I did for English, this time I'm quite proud of it! But if there's anything you think I should change please tell me I always love to improve! Also I don't have any pictures for this yet so bear with
