Beneath The Ancient Trees

Beneath The Ancient Trees

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When a young girl named Lunette was taking a walk, exploring the woods, she got lost. As evening fell, darkness descended. The woods would change their routes and places every time a person entered, ensuring they would never see the light of day again. She kept running and running until she bumped into a charming-looking guy whose skin was as white as snow, hair as black as coal, and eyes as gold as embers. He let her stay in his old, abandoned-looking mansion, but upon entering, it looked different and beautiful on the inside, not like how it appeared on the outside. Who is this Lunette? Is she gonna be the guy's true love whom he was longing for?
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im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods. His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed. He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity. TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on. edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point

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