He squats down, "What am I doing? What are you doing?"
"Wh-What?"
"Honey?" There's a sweet unfamiliar voice. Out of the emptiness, a person appeared. I couldn't tell whether the person was a male or a female. No matter how many times I adjusted my eyes, the face came in a complete blur.
The person wrapped their arms around Marcelo's arms. "Who's this?" Even the voice sounds odd.
"Nobody," Marcelo replies.
"I know we agreed to separate after a few months, but isn't that a bit too harsh?" My sweaty hands curled inward.
Marcelo glanced down at me.
It was a simple gesture that somehow made me feel so small and...insignificant.
"Let's go."
My body remained in a frozen state as Marcelo walked away with the figure. The longer I watched them, the bigger the hole inside my chest seemed to become. I shouldn't feel this way, at least not this strongly towards a guy I met less than a year ago.
"Love knows no time."
That voice.
Steadily, my eyes drifted to the side until I met the face I hate the most.
He smiles, showing off all his white pearls.
"Well, long time no see. You're still as little as I remember you."
"What-" When I looked down, I saw small hands.
A mirror.
Across from me stood a long and defined mirror. What looks back at me wasn't me, but someone younger, much more naive...so much more...innocent.
"N-No. This isn't happening. N-No."
"Oh," he whispers into my ear. "But, it is."
One by one, they walk out of the shadows with eyes as evil as the devil. Their pale lips curve into a wicked grin as their fangs make their appearance.
"Th-This isn't real. Th-This isn't r-real. You're all n-n-not r-r-real. I have to wake up. I have to wake-"
He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him. The tears rolled down my red cheeks in streams.
"D-Don't. P-P-Pleas- No!"
My screams fall into deaf ears.
Monstrous hands.
Torn shirt.
Musty breathes.
Shredded pants.
A scared little child.
"Help me."
So very frightened.
"Help me...Someone...Anyone."
Replay.
Repeat.
Same scene.
Over.
And over.
"Jules-"
And over.
Again.
"Jules-"
And again.
And again.
"Julia! Wake up!"
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Pursuit of the Whole
VarulvSometimes Julia wonders if werewolves are born with half of their soul. If that isn't the case, then why would they spend so much time searching for someone who can complete them - soulmate. Julia isn't a werewolf. She's a hunter. Hunters can neve...
LIV. That Man
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