Cassandra Vaughn was with Tate Langdon on that fateful day in 1994. Together in life and in death, the duo find love despite the difficulty of the afterlife. The intrusion of the Harmon family spirals into a nightmare that Cassandra uses to their ad...
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𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙃𝙄𝙎 nose stuck in a book as Cass played on her Game Boy.
The study period they had together was never been used to their advantage. The blond was reading an Edgar Allen Poe collection, while she was on her yearly play through of Super Mario Land. Her eyes narrowed on the small screen in her hands as her thumbs clicked away at the buttons, the stolen Walkman connected to her ears playing "London Calling".
The library was quiet, as always. Only a handful of study groups strewed about the big room, a few class skippers hidden between the shelves, napping or making out where the rest of the occupants couldn't see. The kids knew which corners to avoid. Cass herself had found herself with her lips wrapped around another boy or two in these dark spaces.
Tate's heart rate was beginning to rise, matching the heart underneath the floorboard of the story he was reading. It wasn't just the horror of the story that had him excited, it was his dark eyes caught on the girl beside him. His gaze was stuck on Cass's mouth as she played with unnatural dedication on the Game Boy. Her teeth would bite her lower lip, and then her tongue would glide on the red, leaving moisture in its wake. Finally, it would just poke from between the plump lips and rest there, until the cycle restarted.
He tried his best not to think about his own lips on hers, licking his own bites on her. He also tried not to imagine the other uses her mouth had. It was very hard not to think about. Hard. He shifted in the loose jeans that were quickly getting tighter.
With a shake of his head, he pulled back, reminding himself she was his best friend, and still the girl he'd met when he was twelve. He tore his gaze away and returned to the book in his hand. As he got sucked deeper into the story, his heart leapt when Cass let out a yelp.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, rising in her seat, holding the game above her head.
All heads snapped to her, and she grinned down at Tate, who's brown doe eyes were the size of saucers. She removed the headphones and finally noticed the silence in the room, as well as the glare of a dozen studious teenagers.
"Sorry," she giggled. "That level was hard."
"Water level?" Tate asked, a smile reaching his face as she sat back down beside him. "You've been replaying this game since I met you."
"And it's hard every time!" she whispered loudly, tossing the device into her bag. She stretched her limbs and rolled her neck before leaning back into the chair, her eyes scanning the room. A few eyes were still on her, and she sent nasty faces toward them. The few stragglers were quick to return their attention to the books at hand.
"What are you reading?"
"Tell Tale Heart," he muttered, flipping a page. "It's kinda fucked up."
"Yeah, I remember that from freshman year. Don't remind me."
"What? Memories hurt too much?" he teased, his eyes still on the white paper before him. She rolled her eyes, kicking her feet up on the wooden table.
