Fend
Preface.
I have to write something new or else I'll live in a state of perpetual writer's block forever. I'm sorry about not finishing Dear Diary 2- honestly, I think I should just delete everything I have it and re-try. Maybe stay in the city with them. Comment me and tell me what you think. Also, I'm writing on Wattpad now, so you should check it out. Mainly, I'm trying to enter the Watty Awards, but I'm not having much luck. I thought I should post my new story on here because this site is sort of my roots. Tell me what you think :) Love always, BHoudini.
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Two months ago, red was my favorite color. California poppies- my favorite flower- are red. Stop signs are red- not that Nox has ever noticed. Anger is supposed to bed red, but I always thought assigning emotions colors was stupid. Cardinals are red. Christmas bows are red.
I pressed my hand to the numb spot in my chest, then pulled away to examine it. Red. Blood is red. I felt my heart start to beat faster as the meaning of the color that soaked my hand sunk in. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, but, even so, I nearly laughed. After everything I'd been through since meeting Nox Voxi, all the amazing, inhuman, and completely insane things that hadn't phased me, and it came down to something so human. A gun. Almost humorous.
Almost.
My knees gave out and I sunk to the smooth marble floor. The fall might have hurt, but my mind was too far away to notice.
Two months ago, I would have thought about home in my final moments. Now, home is the last thing on my mind. Instead, here, bleeding to death on the marble floor of one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, my mind was on Nox.
I wondered what he was doing right this second; if he felt that sudden sense of wrong a lover is supposed to feel when their soulmate is in danger. I wondered if he just knew. Not that it would matter; he's where he's needed most, and I would have it no other way.
The cold floor beneath me began to warm as my blood pooled around me, not that I felt it.
Certainly, Nox would be sad when he found my body, but I hoped it wouldn't last long. Everything happened how it was meant to, I'm sure of that now. My only regret is that I didn't have a way to tell him. He needed to know he'd been betrayed.
My eyes finally focused on the dome glass ceiling above me and, had I the strength to draw air into my lungs, I would have gasped. A million stars, more than I ever dreamed existed, sparkled in midnight sky. I was so absorbed in the sight that I didn't even notice the blackness creeping into the edges of my vision.
It was alright, though. Nox was safe and, it may not be a happily ever after, but I hadn't wished for that. I'd wished for stars, and here they were.
I love you, Nox.
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Two months ago, red was my favorite color. California poppies- my favorite flower- are red. Stop signs are red- not that Nox has ever noticed. Anger is supposed to bed red, but I always thought assigning emotions colors was stupid. Cardinals are red. Christmas bows are red.
I pressed my hand to the numb spot in my chest, then pulled away to examine it. Red. Blood is red. I felt my heart start to beat faster as the meaning of the color that soaked my hand sunk in. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, but, even so, I nearly laughed. After everything I'd been through since meeting Nox Voxi, all the amazing, inhuman, and completely insane things that hadn't phased me, and it came down to something so human. A gun. Almost humorous.
Almost.
My knees gave out and I sunk to the smooth marble floor. The fall might have hurt, but my mind was too far away to notice.
Two months ago, I would have thought about home in my final moments. Now, home is the last thing on my mind. Instead, here, bleeding to death on the marble floor of one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, my mind was on Nox.
I wondered what he was doing right this second; if he felt that sudden sense of wrong a lover is supposed to feel when their soulmate is in danger. I wondered if he just knew. Not that it would matter; he's where he's needed most, and I would have it no other way.
The cold floor beneath me began to warm as my blood pooled around me, not that I felt it.
Certainly, Nox would be sad when he found my body, but I hoped it wouldn't last long. Everything happened how it was meant to, I'm sure of that now. My only regret is that I didn't have a way to tell him. He needed to know he'd been betrayed.
My eyes finally focused on the dome glass ceiling above me and, had I the strength to draw air into my lungs, I would have gasped. A million stars, more than I ever dreamed existed, sparkled in midnight sky. I was so absorbed in the sight that I didn't even notice the blackness creeping into the edges of my vision.
It was alright, though. Nox was safe and, it may not be a happily ever after, but I hadn't wished for that. I'd wished for stars, and here they were.
I love you, Nox.
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