"Long night, eh?" He asked.
"Aren't they all?" She replied, with a small smile and left.
I watched her slender figure move away. Her buzz cut brown hair blown lightly by the wind, as she walked on, swallowed by the darkness.
I followed her, hidden in the shadow of the night. I watched her as she made her way towards her car. Sitting down on the deck, she pulled her legs to her chest, hugging them tight, and sat there watching the stars kiss the night. It would make a beautiful picture, I might add.
I could almost feel her forlorn vibe cast upon me and I shuddered,
She was so still that I thought she might have fallen asleep sitting. But then there was a slight movement, almost unnoticeable. Then I saw her do it again, pat the spot next to her.
"Come on, Andrew. I won't bite." All these time she never turned bxack. I made my way to her, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. How did she know?
I sat down beside her and started fidgeting, not know what to say after being caught in my little stalkerish behavior. I turned my face towards her, almost starting with my explanation, but I stopped myself. She was still looking at the waves, the moonlight fell on her face, carving out her beautiful features. A smile hung on her lips, but it didn't really reach her eyes. A sad smile.
Then she opened her mouth and said, "Isn't it funny how we start dying since the day we were born?"
How will I ever figure this girl out?
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Aria Dallas, feisty, cold and your typical bad girl, who has a lot of shit going around her life. From running away from home to drug dealers who wants her dead. The last thing on her mind was to fall in love.
Andrew Ergot, sweet, ordinary boy with good grades. School sweetheart, but nevertheless, he has his share of problems too. And, he wants nothing more than to meet a girl who would just make him feel right.
What'll happen when these two, from different poles, cross each other's paths? Can two broken hearts mend each other?
The first time Mira saw him, he was bleeding.
A cold night. A flickering streetlamp. He sat on the curb, knuckles split, blood dripping onto the pavement like ink staining a page.
She should have walked away. Should have pretended she didn't see him.
But she didn't.
Instead, she crouched beside him, her voice soft but steady. "Who did this to you?"
He laughed-a low, bitter sound. "Does it matter?"
Mira didn't know his name yet. But when their eyes met, something inside her recognized him. Not his face. Not his voice.
His pain.
Because she had the same kind buried in her bones.
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His name was Riven. And trouble followed him like a shadow.
He never spoke about his past. Never explained the bruises. Never asked for help.
But Mira saw the anger in his fists, the exhaustion in his shoulders. The war he fought every time he looked in the mirror.
And despite herself, she stayed.
Even when he told her to leave.
Even when his darkness bled into her light.
Even when she knew-this would destroy her.
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One night, he showed up at her door, drenched in rain, eyes empty.
"I did something bad."
Mira's breath caught. "What did you do?"
Riven didn't answer. He just looked at her, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe through whatever monster was clawing at his ribs.
And she knew.
It wasn't just a fight this time.
It wasn't just another wound to clean up.
He had crossed a line.
And now, there were only two options-run, or drown with him.
Mira should have been afraid. Should have shut the door, called the police, saved herself.
But love made people stupid.
So she stepped forward, wiped the blood from his cheek, and whispered, "Then we leave. Together."
Because blood runs thicker than water.
And love?
Love was the thing that made you stay-even when you knew it would kill you.