❝ Maybe there is no God , but you can always pray to the Satan , for he will hear your nuisance without a bother ... ❞
❝ Mi gatito ❞
Jungkook x Reader
◌ A death of a dear friend leads to an opening of an unwelcomed world .
Djinns , spirits and de...
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" Dead moths in the grave "
" Dead moths in my grave- "
The thunderstorm bellowed in the dried sky , through the foggy earth , the green glass adorned with mystic dew . Gabriella stood near the graveyard with her ruffled grey skirt floating in the heavy air .
Her face emotionless as of a porcelain doll but then an insect caught her eyes , a moth flew and sit up on a grave .
It fluttered it's wing jubilantly and trailed down above the carved tombstone , her eyes went spacious , a twitching in brown irises when she read upon the name , the sky fall apart with a thunder strike .
" Gabriella Morales "
Her eyes flung open from the trap of curtained eyelashes , breathing accelerating and her lower back was about to tear itself in two .
She had already told Juan about the marks on her back and as days passed by , the pain was burning her body and talking about the marks-- they were spreading all over her back now .
She moaned from the pain , her eyes dug deep within her skull , reddened from the tears she shed the previous day but she warned herself not to remember that .
She didn't wanted to recall that petrifying night for she was so broken down , from piece to piece and her will was crushed inside her heart . She told herself to remember it later , when she will be able to stand the truth , she forget it all , forget all the deaths in an expeditious turn of thought that was controlling her for the cause of living , for her to not die and take her life with a foolish endeavour .
