Scarlet Love

|1| Leaving them

This chapter is going through major editing, please read it after 36 hours. (18-04-2023) DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER NOW!!!

{Characters in this chapter: Noah Wolverson, Violet Doxon, and Fayth Williams.}

THIRD PERSON POV:-

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'There are countless beautiful stars in the marvelous night sky,
All are sparkling and teasing me,
Making me calm and serene,
Taking me away from the chaos of the world,
Whispering sweet lullaby in my ears,
Yet above all the beautiful things.
There's darkness, with its unique Existence,
And that darkness reminds us of our dark sins,
Sins that we want to bury,
In the pits of abyss-

The girl by the window sighs at her mess of unfinished thoughts.

Her thin silhouette shivered with a gust of wind. Ignoring the cold she looked toward the sky, There were no traces of moon tonight and would it matter if a round white ball would be up there?

She is a Selenophile,
So, the answer would be positive.
Just like all the other beings, The illogical part of her believes that the moon gives her strength.

And maybe for a girl who often had nightmares and with no one by her side except the moon would be understandable.

She closed her eyes and whispered in the darkness. "How naive." Yet, she knows she is far away from that word.

She tore away her gaze from the darkness of sky and looked toward the other source of darkness, her room.

Her vision blurred. Alerting all of her sences. But then a strange series of noises escaped from her mouth- was that a giggle?

Why the hell is she giggling in between her existences crisis!

She felt a weight on her pale arms and when she lifted them- there was a fine glass bottle of Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru- 1990. An expensive bottle of vine, that she had stole from Noah's room.

She was relying on the intoxicated drink to forget her thoughts but apparantly it didn't helped at all.

Once again the strange sound erupted from her mouth.

She cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, retreated from the window and placed the bottle under the bed.

She looked toward the direction of clock but with the lack of light it was hard to find the hour hand. With that she shook her head and grabbed her phone from the table by bed.

She tried to turn the device on but after trying it four times- she concluded one thing- it was dead.

Instead of plugging the charger she tossed it on the bed. Even though she had done nothing productive the whole day-

She felt tired.

Like most of the time?

Her subconscious mind offered none of the sympathy. Well, we can be cruel to our own selves.

The girl at last took an ounce of sympathy toward her body temperatures and went towards her warm bed.

Let's get back to the topic of her messed up thoughts.
As she was wandering,
All the human beings have secrets.
big or small.
That they don't want to share.