ღ One; Heart Beats Faster than Fart Goes Out | Preface

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Author's note: 

-Read at your own risk.

Take note:

In this story of mine the Greek and Roman forms are combined. For example: Cupid = Eros. He uses 2 names, same with the others. This is how my story will work. As you can see, some of them might be confusing, it could be because of: unedited parts or the answers will be on the future chapters. I swear the entire story is unedited and it would make you cringe ;-; so yeah I don't really suggest you read this. This story is under major editing.

Welcome to my story. 

No copying of stories/plotlines. I will seriously send you to Tartarus. [currently editing] —-

Thanks uFiona for the trailer at the side. Happy reading.

- athena 

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 P R E F A C E

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You see, I was studying late at night-near midnight- when I felt a pressure against my chest. Seriously, it was as if I was having a heart attack, which caused me to worry.

I didn't want to die... yet.

There were things I still wanted to do, I was only seventeen! How could my life be that short? I mean, I wanted to travel the world, fall in love, and get my ass out of senior year safely without all the clique problems.

And yet... there was me. I was holding my pen so tightly I thought it might break. I scanned the pages of my book as I wrote down the answers to my homework, when the pain jammed and hit me back again.

My hands found their way to the left part of the chest and I once again felt my heart beating normally, at least for now. I couldn't find the source of the pain.

I attempted to reassure myself, "Okay, relax, Cytherea. It's probably..." What was I talking about? "Oh God, I'm going to die. I'm going to die."

My stupid heart wouldn't stop beating so fast. What does that even mean?

And, it hurts.

It felt like my heart was going to explode into tiny little shards of heart shrapnel. I couldn't even breathe, but it wasn't that much of a hassle. It was more like exerting effort to nothingness.

"I'm dying." I groaned, messing the curls of my hair.

Quickly, I tried to stand up but failed miserably. I really did try to make a move. Still, the results were the same. I had never felt anything painful like this. It felt like someone's slowly trying to kill me, whatever reasons they have. 

Sparing one more look on my room with its comfy bed. The lantern star lights hanging below the ceiling and the dusty lamp beside it. I knew I had to remember every aspect of it.

I took one more breath in, heaving a sigh then finally another thump appeared and hit me right against my chest like a bullet.

My eyes closed as I waited for the moment.


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