Bed of Roses

Bed of Roses

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Lucas (17) his only friend died 9 years ago at the age of 8. He blames himself for her death because of something horrendous he did. He has lost the will to live, he just wants to leave. No more pain. But he can't. Just because of one promise he made ages ago. One he can't even remember. Yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whenever something's written in cursive, he is reminded of something she once told him. Whenever there's stars (***) and then cursive, he is having a flashback.
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*Completed but unedited* Lilith is haunted by ghouls; they pull her hair, hang from her clothes, and try to hurt her as often as possible. Lucas is a dark, mysterious stranger she keeps seeing around town. The thing is, no one knows who he is - let alone where he's from. The more Lilith is drawn to Lucas the harder it is to track him down. He runs hot and cold, constantly turning up and disappearing again. The closer they become, the less Lilith understands and the more the darkness crawls upon them both. It's not until Lilith loses everything that they realise their fates are tightly bound, with no chance for escape. Their story is foretold in the stars, in the past, in the future; and there's not a goddamn thing they can do about it. ______________________________________________________________________ "Sleep tight, Lilith," He said, his voice a mere whisper as he stepped away. "Wait," I said, my voice a lot louder, cutting through the night. "What's your name?" He paused, turning his head back to look at me, his dark eyes holding mine hostage again. "Lucas," He replied, a small smirk playing on his lips as he turned his head and continued walking, disappearing into the darkness of the street. Copyright © 2018 Brooke Kuipers #53 romance-friendship 11/05/18

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