8 parts Ongoing Mature'Can obsession be a form of love too?'
Rose always pondered upon the question a lot when she wanted to escape reality and got lost in the books she read.
The question seemed harmless, because reality was very different, and surely nobody was coming for her right?.....
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She sprinted down the deserted alley, her feet pounding the damp cobblestones. Her long dark hair flew behind her like a wild mane, and her slender legs pumped furiously as she desperately sought escape.
Behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed off the stone walls, growing louder with every passing second.
She could only hope it wasn't a
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving beneath her night clothes. Her eyes watered as the icy air stung her skin.
Despite her fear, a determined glint shone in her eyes. She refused to be caught.
As she ran, the alley seemed to stretch on forever, the darkness closing in around her like a suffocating shroud.
She was yanked and came in face with the most beautiful pair of eyes piercing green eyes, and as always they held mischief in them.
"Looks like you're in a hurry"
She looked back and saw those two coming right and them.
It was over, the butterfly and spiders chase was over, and now that the wings had been cut off, she realised there was no running away only running towards them.