btw this story is incredibly old and I haven't written anything for it in like two years so yeah read it if you want but I have no plans to update it anytime soon
A sob escapes her lips as the final words echo through the night.
The boy in front of her had remained silent. He hadn't needed to speak to make it known that he was angry, but she was angry at herself too.
As another gust of cold wind brushes her tear-stained face, a warm hand cups her cheek. The boy gently rubs his thumb against her cheekbone, brushing the newly fallen tears away. She lifts her hand up hesitantly, unsure if she should touch him. One hand falls rests gently on the boy's, and the other tightly grips his wrist.
They stay there for a moment, her thoughts running wild, unable to focus on a single idea for more than a second. Her hiccups calm down, and she's able to take shaky breaths.
But then he speaks, and the words rip through her, further tearing the still-fresh wounds.
"Look who's pathetic now."
His hand falls away and the warmth is replaced with the freezing, unforgiving wind as a new wave of sobs takes over her body.
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Life was exciting for (Y/N); going to one of the most prestigious hero schools and making friends. But something isn't quite right as a strange man appears to her. Is he her friend, or someone she should avoid at all costs?
I don't own the characters except OC's.
Also, the earlier chapters are really old writing that's not the best, so yeah.
on the building roof...
staring at each other...
Knowing that they both loved each other to death,
the cold soft wind making her hair float, adding to the tension, red and black, while his was shining through the night, whiter then snow...
Controlled by the urges and the voices in her head, she grabbed her knives from her thigh straps,
looked into his blues,
With her darkened reds,
afraid that her reasons are now winning over her feelings...
"Who are you?", he asks,
he knew her more then he knew himself, how can he not recognise her now?
Hell even herself don't know who she is or what she is anymore... mybe she never knew?
"I'm the crimson sent to destroy the pure whiteness of your snow, darling"
She said with her cold tone, trying her best to hide her ache... hide her tears,
The truth was all the both of them seeked, yet none of them was ready for it...
Guess 'fate' had his own plans...
♡ blood and snow :
Despite being named 'Eineige' after snow, she's like an uncontrollable fire, red and furious, a cold blooded killer with a fucked up mind, guided by her reasons and her blades that are always hidden under the past she seeks to reveal...
she was sent to end him...
He was there to enlighten her...
despite being named 'Aithne' after fire, he was like snow dragged into her heat, blinded by the facade she always kept, he knew she'd be the death of him all along, yet he couldn't help but drown deeper into her flames,
more and more, addicted to the sweet pain she made him feel, growing obsessed beyond limits.