The Beauty of Death
Cherise and Kole are best friends since they were young. So why all of a sudden is Kole being so cold toward her. What did she do? But as Cherise digs deeper to know the truth she risks her heart being crushed by the one she loves the most. And on top of that she might be about to uncover a secret that might cost her, her life, plunge her into an unknown world and open her eyes to THE BEAUTY OF DEATH.
*This is just the prologue. Depending on your responses I will or will not post more. I'm a knew author just starting to post my stories online for the world to see so give me a break please! =^.^=!*
Prologue
That face, that smile, those eyes, those lips. I miss them dearly, but I can't get them back. I don't want them back. They all belong to someone who doesn't even care about me; someone who has deemed me all but unimportant. Someone who's cast me to the side and I don't know why. I don't need to know why. All I know is that everything we ever had was a lie. And it only makes it worse, that I've fallen for him. So deeply in love with him that I can't even close my eyes without seeing, that face that smile, those eyes, those lips. I still feel his touch. I can almost hear his laugh. Here him whispering soft nothings to me as I cried to him. He was my only source of comfort; my reason to live. He was the only one who cared; or so I thought. What's done is done and I can't change the past. Not now, and not ever. But now that I have no one left there's nothing more I can do except...end it.
Prologue
That face, that smile, those eyes, those lips. I miss them dearly, but I can't get them back. I don't want them back. They all belong to someone who doesn't even care about me; someone who has deemed me all but unimportant. Someone who's cast me to the side and I don't know why. I don't need to know why. All I know is that everything we ever had was a lie. And it only makes it worse, that I've fallen for him. So deeply in love with him that I can't even close my eyes without seeing, that face that smile, those eyes, those lips. I still feel his touch. I can almost hear his laugh. Here him whispering soft nothings to me as I cried to him. He was my only source of comfort; my reason to live. He was the only one who cared; or so I thought. What's done is done and I can't change the past. Not now, and not ever. But now that I have no one left there's nothing more I can do except...end it.
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