Once united by investigative games and teenage defiance, Ruby and her friends had a secret phrase - 'Non ducor, duco', a Latin mantra translating as 'I'm not led, I lead.' It was their beacon of rebellion against Asheville, their eerie town pervaded by a peculiar blend of religious fanaticism and occult practices. Amidst the townsfolk's growing obsession with their Lord, the mantra gave them courage, forging a brotherhood.
Their group's anchor was the charismatic and fiercely independent Miles Prescott, Ruby's first love. But one fateful October night of 2005, Miles disappeared, leaving the heart of their secret club empty and their lives severely altered.
Countless theories shared in hushed tones, but Miles was nowhere to be found. The town declared him dead. Unable to bear the tormenting uncertainty, Ruby left Asheville and any hope behind.
Thirteen years later, she receives a letter that disrupts her fragile peace. The message is cryptic, merely a location, "Our wooden cabin," a date, "8th of May," and a name, "Miles."
[18+ only] "Eric, Did you sleep with her ?" I knew his answer nonetheless I waited for his reply. I knew it would break me and shatter me into pieces but I prayed to hear a negative answer when I very well knew what I was expecting was next to impossible.
"YES" He replied nonchalantly. His hair looked messy from how many times she would have raked her fingers through it. His naked tattooed back had visible red marks of her nails which only broke my heart into million peices.
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He was the wildest dream,
She was a dreamer.
He was the bright sunshine,
She was even darker than a shadow on new moon night.
He was hot tornado, she was cool sea breeze.
He was the dew on new morning leaves,
She was a wilting flower.
He was a rising morning,
She was a dark night giving in to light.
He was never ending tranquil sky,
She was a dry desolate land.
Little did she know 'Dawn' and 'Horizon' moulded them together to form a captivating illusional beauty.
He had scars, she was his cure. He had a wounded heart that never healed.
She was a disgrace, that's what she was told. She had her secrets cremented at the back of her soul. She had her past. She was a venom in a silver bowl. She drew all the colors from his life as soon as she stepped in. His easy going life became a living hell.
A HEATED LOVETRIANGE complicating three lives in a long run.
A HEARTBREAKING STORY of
ERIC CULLEN ❤️ VIONA WAFFLES