❝It is not enough to notice the beautiful flowers as you walk past them. You need to reach for their soft petals, feel their essence, remember what it is to grow.❞ - Christy Ann Martine
There is no escaping the past, or what's to come. Ellie Davis knows that all too well. Even as she lays in the field, with the sinking sun and the fading blue sky, suspended in time; she knows it can't be that way forever. As much as she wants it to be.
She turns to her side, wringing the daisy chain on her wrist. The evening summer breeze brushes against her exposed skin. Her lids fall shut. "I wish you were here." She says to no one, no one at all, her words lost in the wind.
Ellie Davis has had anything but a normal life. Living in a small, tight-knit town with a family like hers and all the secrets with them - her only escape is the graveyard. No one else goes there, for obvious reasons. That is, until she meets a boy - one she's never seen before. The rest of the town is bound to unravel his story soon enough. After all, they know her's. Or at least, part of it.
The new guy in town, however, no one knows anything about his. But when he meets her, his story almost seems like nothing compared to her's - and she doesn't even know it.
⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story can be upsetting to some. please follow the graphic content warning of this story.
This particular story deals with issues such as mental health, self-harm, and trauma.
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Jenna ends up on the run, with little to her name.
Many townspeople blamed her for the vicious murder of Henry. Rumors spread that she had gone savage, returning to the olden days of devouring her prey.
Dinner?
Jenna had a deep hunger. One so devouring and feverish that nothing could contain it. Until She met Henry. His sweet naivety filled Jenna with joy. At least that was what he thought.
Lover?
The little town of Jameston, didn't approve of this
intermingling of species. It was unnatural! A rooster and a fox? That was like playing with fire. Everyone soon feared a devouring would happen.
Lover...and Dinner...?
Who says A fox in the hen house is all that bad?