first hurt, then comfort. tw for depression, suicidal thoughts/attempt, anxiety, self-harm, and character death. lowercase intended.

A horror back in 1940s its a short little story though its a true story. Im going to make a series of short horror stories.

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There he was again. The same boy from across the street, staring at you like always. He looked like he was in the middle of throwing the trash away. Even after you talked to him he still looked over here like he had to ask permission to speak to you. You glanced over to him, waving hello as well. You could see him stiffen and continue to throw away the bag in his hand. You closed your book, rolling your eyes. You threw it into your room then carefully hopped down from the little roof perch under your window. You fell down on your back, that wasn't as graceful as you were hoping but you quickly brushed yourself off and stood back up. You hurriedly ran across the street to his house. He heard your footsteps from behind and turned around. You rested your hands on your knees, panting. He chuckled. "Uh you good?" You slowly stood up, nodding. "Yeah i'm good." You placed a hand on his shoulder, a smile creeping onto your face. "Meet me at our spot."

You, the princess of a kingdom, being the only child becouse of your mothers sudden death after your birth. Your eighteenth birthday is coming up soon, and your lovely father is preparing a fancy ball. You being not too fond of public spaces and new people, don't enjoy the ball, until you meet a young man, maybe a few years older then you. And the whole night changes, maybe not only the night, your whole life too. First story about an mcyt ^^ It's my first time writing x reader as well, so I might mess up sometimes- But I wanna improve and try. Hope you enjoy the book. <3 completed