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PerryWinkle BETA

PerryWinkle BETA

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 8, 2025
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Despite the circumstances, I had made a friend and a half, Dylan, and my dog, Perry. That's all I needed as a homeschooled 7-year-old boy, that was until they died right in front of me. A reckless driver had hit them and fled the scene, leaving me alone with their lifeless bodies. No amount of therapy can ever come close to fixing that. Ever since that day, I have never let someone or something get that close to me again. I swore into a life of solitude if I could protect others. That was until my senior year of high school when I met her, a transfer student from another state who just couldn't take a hint and pushed herself into my life. I fear I won't be able to resist her or her beautiful smile any longer. Maybe for her, I'll let my guard down. Just for this once. Since PerryWinkle is in the process of becoming a published novel this is only the BETA version, meaning that the full story will NOT be posted here and isn't finalized whatsoever. Hopefully, I'll have the full novel published near the end of 2025, maybe early 2026. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy PerryWinkle for what it is now, and feel free to leave any feedback that you think is necessary :)
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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