Somehow, we are intertwined
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Ongoing12m
Last published Thu, May 22, 2025
In this historical novel, it captures a story of paranormal with romance.
"Who am I if I must constantly lie to survive?"
fate always had different thoughts in their mind, they always played on the winning sides-not even sparring a glance towards the ones crawling on their knees-begging for mercy or even get a glimpse hope, but fate never even heard the pleas for people of no value or hope don't even deserve to kneel at their feet.
Fate never cared for those who weren't worthy of them, for those people had to create their own fates. Fate didn't care, so most gave up-because if you don't take fate into your own hands, then you will be crushed under their feet like you're just a speck of dirt in their perfect world.
"I have to survive in this world again.."
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.
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