Dying to Breathe

Dying to Breathe

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Millie went missing three months ago. Police suspect the worst. Penelope refuses to give up. When she finds the cryptic note Millie left for her, she finds herself on a wild chase through worlds she never thought she'd know. Through a love story that consumes her, a mystery that suffocates her, and lies that surround her, Penelope discovers a side to herself that is insatiable. And just as quickly, finds out what the cost is to learning the truth of what happened the night Millie went missing. ________________________________________________________ The alcohol swirled Penelope's head as she copied him, his cold uncaring eyes the only unmoving thing in her vision. He was like a beacon in the night-and she was drawn to the light. She wanted to strangle him, to hurt him the way he hurt her. But she also wanted something else-something more. Her hands shook as her feet, with their own mind, crossed the distance to him. He had long since looked away, his jaw as stiff as the rest of his body the closer she got. But he stayed-for once, he didn't run away. Penelope looked at him, conflicting emotions swimming inside her heart. She wanted him-to touch him, to feel his hands on her skin, to be with him, to never leave him. "I hate you." She said it again, confirming the words as the tears fell faster down her flushed cheeks. "Why? Why didn't you stop them?" She grabbed his leather jacket, clenching the material in her hands; desperate for answers, for a do-over, for something. Something that he could never give to her no matter how hard she searched. His eyebrows cinched together as his blue eyes watered, staring at nothing and knowing full-well he couldn't be the relief to her trauma. He shook his head with a dark pained smile on his face, "It's ironic that I tried though, isn't it?" ________________________________________________________ Started: Feb 21st, 2021 100 votes: April 3rd, 2021 1k reads: June 4th 2021 11/30ish chapters completed 🤭
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BOOK 1 OF 3 - "Violet." Harry's voice stops me in my tracks, a shiver snaking up my spine at the steady tone he always seems to carry. I slowly turn back around to face him, our eyes meeting in the dark cab, the only light coming from a street lamp above the car. "Are you al-" He starts to ask that same goddamn question. "Don't." I cut him off. "Don't you ask me that again. Okay? I don't even know you." Harry doesn't say anything and lets me open the door to get out of the car. "That cut wasn't there this morning." He states matter of factly. "What?" I duck my head back down into the cab to look at him again. "Em told me your story about how you split your lip." He looks deeply into my eyes and I'm suddenly self conscious about how attentively he's looking at me . "Unless I missed you sneaking off to play volleyball during work, that was not there before that pompous asshole boyfriend of yours showed up." My mouth falls open slightly, not knowing what to say in response to him calling me out so blatantly. Nothing he's saying is accusatory toward me, he just obviously doesn't believe a single thing I've said. And he's right. They're all lies. I shut the door in his face, my solution for not having a response. I turn around to walk toward my house, a little shaken by this interaction with a perfect stranger who saw right through my bullshit immediately. I hear Harry's car roar back to life as I attempt to unlock the front door with slightly trembling hands. The lack of sleep, drama with Johnny and the conversation I just had with Harry is proving to be too much for one day. I finally unlock the door to push it open, and I turn my head to watch Harry speed off down my street and out of sight. ----------------------------- TW: VIOLENCE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, BODY IMAGE ISSUES, ANXIETY, SEXUAL CONTENT, MATURE Any and all instances depicted are a complete work of fiction. I appreciate you being here, Em

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