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"It's just like beauty, you know? The definition of a monster lies in the eye of the beholder."
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| Book 1 in the • E P I C • trilogy |
(KlausxOC)
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(SLOW BURN)
ON HOLD
Based on the tv series THE ORIGINAL...
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"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem to almost be born that way."
—Dandelion Wine, by Ray Bradbury
O N E Y E A R E A R L I E R
THE YOUNG GIRL WALKED WITH quick steps down the street, her eyes cast down and avoiding the locals and tourists around her with the skill of someone who had spent their entire life walking through that very same route. With hands holding on nervously to the single strap of her school bag, she frowned to herself at the direction her thoughts were following.
Monique's words kept on buzzing in her head like annoying bees that nothing seemed to scare away. She didn't know how exactly she should feel about it, knowing should she ever dare to even voice her opinion, she would be crushed by her mother's words faster than killing a fly.
It had been such a distraction that caused the sixteen–year–old to stumble upon someone else in the middle of the street, dropping her bag and notebook with all her notes and drawings being scattered around her feet.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The teenager apologised, her cheeks burning red in embarrassment after the collision that had her now crouching down to retrieve her belongings.
A small, light–hearted chuckle made her look up, her hazel eyes taking in the figure of the stranger that had also crouched down to help her. "S'okay, I can be very clumsy too, most times."
The girl shrugged and went back to gathering the papers the wind tried to pull away. Davina was frozen for a few seconds, gobsmacked by how easily this girl before her ignored the striking nature of her own beauty. It was uncanny, her sea–blue eyes and soft rosy lips that were pulled upwards at the corners to form a careless smile flashed at the witch.
"Here." The stranger offered her free hand to help the teenager stand up and then passed her the papers. "Those are really good, you're so talented." She commented with a blinding smile.
The compliment on her drawings had a flush taking over her face and nervously looking down at her feet while her hands tried to put it all away in her bag again.
"Thank you."
"No problem, kid." Even if the woman didn't appear to be older than 21, there was just something in the air around her that gave the impression she had lived too much for someone so young. "Actually, could you please help me get to Royal Street? I'm a bit lost."
"Sure." The girl nodded repeatedly. "You're a tourist?"
"Does it show that much?" The blue–eyed woman scrunched up her nose in a funny way that had the younger girl smiling.
