Our Dark Academia

Our Dark Academia

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Ophelia Cromwell; a simple young girl, from a simple town, with simple hopes and simple dreams. She craved an escape. Escape from the hate and the torment. After years of hopes and dreams being only just, a knock at her door changed everything. An invitation, a brass pocket watch, and a school uniform. Attendance at a boarding school; the perfect escape. Academics and rolling hills for miles. The perfect place-for a mouse like Ophelia Cromwell to hide; to escape. Will the academy be the haven she's always yearned for? Something lurks deep within these halls; something sinister. - {Snippet from chapter one} The wick of the candle hissed and smoked as it came to its end, leaving the both of us in darkness. My eyes adjusted slowly and I offered the candlestick back to Professor Thomas with a quiet word of thank, but he only grinned. "That's okay, you can keep it. It is yours, after all, hm?" My stomach fluttered with the wings of a million butterflies, he had seen me that night after all; how embarrassing. What would he do, now that he'd known? Would he tell my father? He seemed to be studying me in the darkness of the corridor, his fingers twitched almost resistantly, before he reached up and brushed a flickering flame of my crimson hair, behind my burning ears. "You were watching me, weren't you?" I felt as though, in that moment, I could die.
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"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

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