"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?
[Book #2 in the Nystrom series]
[18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger.
I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?"
"I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?"
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared.
𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her.
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STARTED: July 2022
FINISHED: April 2023