HOLD YOUR BREATH |
❛ you know, sweetheart, by the time this is all over, you're going to fall in love with me. ❜
❛ I wouldn't hold your breath,
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ACT iii. day of the dead. haha, get it ? CHAPTER XXX. ❛BOO, YOU WHORE ! ❜
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westbrook, iowa. october27th, 2015.
"I'M SORRY, EDEN," ONE WHISPERED TO HIMSELF AS HIS EYES FELL upon the candlelight vigil beneath him. The clearing was brimming with all members of their small community, including the incompetent police force. One wondered why his sister had moved to such a piece of shit anyways. The binoculars moved over to the special guests. Eight victims, eight photographs, eight candles. The first seven headstones were full to the brim of belongings, letters and flowers. And the eighth was left with nothing more than a laptop, paying the price for isolating themselves from society. That was the sister he knew and loved. The sister they never had the chance to know. "Rest in peace."
From behind him, said sister burst out laughing.
"What?" One questioned, flustered.
"Did you seriously just say 'rest in peace'?" Eden Lambert teased, stepping out from the shadows of the woodland. She strolled over to her brother on the edge of the hilltop, dangling her feet in the air. Normally, she would be terrified of the height. But tonight was a night like no other and she decided if she was going to be dead, she may as well refuse to fear death.
