Paris's POV
I could feel the darkness fading, the light edging the perimeter. I could feel a warm touch upon my hand, the tingling sensation erupting in my stomach. Yet, still I could feel the same longing sadness flooding my brain, the same numbness as before.
Before? What was before? I can't seem to remember a time before, only blackness. Time doesn't exist here, in this cold and dark place.
Still, I reached for the light, climbing my way to the top. I can't lose this fight.
And just as I thought about giving up, light consumed my vision, painting away the last slither of darkness...
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Better Off Alone✔
RomanceThough her heart was ruptured, and her mind was no longer acquainted... Paris Sophia, nicknamed PS, fought her way through life. Vaulting at every open opportunity that would occupy her from it. But how much pain can a woman truly take until she spl...
