The Decaying
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Last published Tue, Apr 14, 2026
"If we decay, it'll be divine. Flesh to flower, your hand in mine."
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Lorelei is a lonely woman living in a lonely tower, watching the world rot around her. A plague has consumed humanity. She is left with the walking leftovers, and herself... Until she crosses paths with Beau.
He's amongst the trees, lingering in the wind, and all over her mind. Beau is rigid and cold, but buried deep inside, he harbors a softness that pulls Lorelei in.
Beau prefers his quiet solitude. His reality has always been desolate and abandoned. Life couldn't get any more bleak.
They are oil and water traversing a living hellscape, but the rotters aren't the only danger. Something is closing in on them, and they'll have to work together to survive it.
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This is a slow burn romance that takes place in a post-apocalyptic world. It is being continuously updated and edited.
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