I slipped into a crevice, melting into the dark, thanking god that my small size was finally of some use. Footsteps came closer and then faded. I sighed with relief, they didn’t see me. I couldn’t get caught, I had to return. Everyone I cared about needed me, or maybe I needed them. Either way, I couldn’t let anything happen to me, not until I saw they were safe.
I crept down the hallway, bouncing quietly on my toes, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. I wasn’t stealthy enough. Rough hands grabbed me from behind, wrapping around my throat. I scratched at the hands to no use. I couldn’t die, I had to see him again, his loving eyes, his warm arms, I ached for him.
My head ached, my vision darkened, and my arms fell to my sides. As my consciousness faded, memories came back. Memories from before all the crazy I didn’t believe in was unleashed. Memories of the old me.
I WAS just me. I wasn’t rich, or sassy, or popular, or strong, or exceptionally smart. I was normal, average, ordinary. If I had left when I had the chance and forgot everything, would it all go back to the way it was? Would I? But that wasn’t an option. I would rather live like this, knowing what I know, having seen what I seen, having felt what I felt than return to my lonely, average, little one person universe. I would rather live in the crazy, messed up, illogical world, as long as she could be with him.
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Strength of Roses (Werewolf/Paranormal Romance)
RomanceRosie was worse than a wallflower, she was the wall itself. Too shy to change things she accepts her life the way it is. But he changes things the second they meet. Her plain little world swirls out of control with the paranormal. When all the ho...
