UNDER EDITING, REWRITE IN PROG
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❝ a demigod falling for two
vampires? how wild. ❞
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╭┈─────── ꒰ ❛ 𝓗𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒𝓣𝐎𝐖𝐍
┊࿐➳❥ ⁞ -ˋˏ ❪ In which a demigod
┊tries at a normal life but ends up being
┊the mate...
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chapter twenty-five
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In the end, everyone becomes a story. Your life will be told to your children and they will probably pass on the memo to your grandchildren. That's just how things worked, and that was how things had worked for a handful of centuries. After all, that's how oral tellings were born. From one person passing down a story and the story continuously being told down until something was possibly changed and over exaggerated, but it was still there.
There were many stories that could be told of the lives of the Devereaux's as well as their friends. There were many stories about the places that they had lived, the monsters that they had fought, and the love that they had lost and that maybe had changed a girl for the better. One day, the stories would be passed down. Maybe not to their children, since they probably wouldn't live that long, but probably to other demigods. Or other people just as a way to keep them alive long after they had gone.
She should've thought twice. She should've kept everything closer than she had. Maybe then Este's story would've been a little different. She might not have been the lifeless shell of a girl that she had become and maybe, just maybe, she would have been happy from the start. Maybe Este would've known what it was like to be happy and not think that it was something that made her nauseous whenever the feeling came over her.
Nightfall had fallen over the town of Forks, Washington.
The stars gleamed brightly in the sky, as the fog had let up for a singular night. A rare occurrence that Este rather enjoyed. She believed that stars were beautiful, little gifts from Astraeus and Eos that shined like diamonds. And just as hard to get rid of, too.
