When the Past Bleeds

What if you went somewhere and started living another life, but the people around you insisted you were a witch coming from the dead?

**"On your knees," he growled-quiet, dangerous.
I laughed. I laughed.
"Do I look like the kneeling type?"
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
"Funny. That's what you said last time-right before you begged."**

"When the Past Bleeds," however, is by no means simply a love story. It is about the mistake of the past, the regret, the connection of the people, the struggle to the end, and terrifying beauty of second chances. It's about people who are forced to face the darkest versions of themselves and each other in a world that's both beautiful and cruel.

**He pressed me against the stone wall, one hand firm at my hip.
"If you run again-"
I smirked. "You'll chase me harder?"
"I'll drag you back."
"To punish me?"
"To remind you."
"Of what?"
His mouth hovered over mine.
"That I never stopped wanting you dead."**

What you can look forward to will be a sort of tension that slowly increases, the hidden things below the surface that cover themselves and successively get revealed, and a love story knotted with hatred, obsession, and trust. The whole time, through everything, you will be beside the girl who wasn't expected to be a savior... but maybe she will.

**She traced the scar across my ribs with trembling fingers.
"You're not her."
"But you wish I was," I said, and we didn't speak again for hours."**

Thank you for stepping into this world. It's not always kind, but I promise, it remembers.