VOL I, CHAPTER II
The faint song of shallow breaths was echoing through the silence of the bathroom and there was the raven-haired maiden---isolated from the world, slowly letting herself drown in the crystal clear water, rose petals floating, scented candles melting on the concrete tub and a half-filled wine glass containing champagne---her champagne tears. Two times the door was knocked, but no answer was given. Numb, tired and weak. Ice cold water was filling the tub, and she was almost submerged---only a few minutes remained before her frail soul succumbed to the sweet touch of death. The third knock on the door didn't go unheard: "Open the door!"
The maiden was too feeble to even move her hand. Those rosy lips of hers were now turned bluish-purple, which trembled, and her big doe eyes, which had all the stars, now lost all the shine and were going to shut forever. "C-come back..." were the last two words that escaped her mouth before she fell into an eternal slumber.
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Cacoethes
Short StoryA tale that tells you about obsession, lust, and lies. The unhinged thoughts and profound feelings disguised as love spread like poison within two victims: a liar and a lover. Surrendering is the only option. Once you're trapped, there's no escape. ...
