One Moonless Night

One Moonless Night

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"Who are you?" His red eyes flashed and he pouted. "You don't remember me? I remember you." I shook my head as he frowned, his eyes changing into a deep turquoise. Those eyes... They were familiar. I looked down and the small light from my lamp shone on a piece of jewelry on his neck. That necklace... "Remember? You gave me this," he smiled, pointing to his heart shaped locket. Then, he lightly caressed the scar on my wrist, the one with a moon and star intertwined. "And I gave you this." I gasped as shivers ran down my spine.He smiled before wrapping his arms securely around me and leaning his head down. "I promised that I would come back for you and that somehow, I would make you remember," he whispered, running his lips against my cheek. "You gave me a kiss right here..." he murmured, kissing a certain spot on my cheek.He slowly, but surely made his way back to my lips and without warning, slammed his lips to mine, completely ravaging my mouth. Then I remembered. "E-Eon," I gasped out, and I felt him smile against my lips. When Arianna was five years old, she helped a strange, blood-drinking, and injured boy who had collapsed on her front yard. They shared an instant connection and promised to find each other again someday. Years pass and they both move on with their lives. However, Eon never forgot his promise and came back one day, determined to make Arianna remember. Arianna was confused why a handsome stranger seemed to be stalking her, but when he claims to know her, she is even more suspicious. Little do they know, the men who were chasing Eon the day Arianna saved him, are still looking for him, only this time, they are out for revenge. Please check this story out! I try to update as much as I can, but it depends on my schedule. © Copyright 2014 All work is property of Thesmallthingsinlife, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work, without explicit permission by the author, is illegal.
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Remember me? Few years ago... A night to remember. On a shallow road, with a seemingly never-ending rain pouring down heavily, and streetlights barely illuminating the place, silence seemed so right. It was an almost empty road but with two people. Few light rays hit them, making their silhouettes visible from afar. Drenched under the rain, the girl was standing like a statue. And in front of her was the boy, her long-term boyfriend. Her soul mate. The one she had been waiting for. But what is this? He smirked, finally breaking their silence. He told her 'it's over' so quickly, like they just played a game and she lost. He called it quits between her, and walked away without regret. His face, his gestures and his words were like spears stabbed into her soul. He didn't care. And being left alone, her shoulders shook and she covered her face with her hands as tears finally escaped from her eyes. Her knees felt numb and suddenly, she knelt down, still crying. Can you still remember me? I ask you this question. I was that girl few years ago. A fool, naïve girl who still believed that you're the one of the million. That I'm destined to only one man, a prince charming, and I believed it was you. But all of those were few years ago. My thoughts were changed. I began looking forward to an early death. The dream that I've always wanted to, a happy death, became impossible. How happy can I die, if forever, I will always carry and will not forget the memories and the pain you left me? But now my time has come. Time flew too fast. Few minutes more and I will leave Earth. Few short minutes more. I looked at the Seconds hand of the clock nearby. The clock is ticking. The time is running. I still have time to forgive you. Few more time to decide. But thinking about our past... will I still have the heart to forgive you to be able to achieve a happy death?

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