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Lips met her own in a kiss for a brief moment, forming an ephemeral promise, "Tell me we will see each other again."
"I cannot promise you that. You have to go."
It's against common sense to be beside her.Exceeding the existing line between the realm of fantasy and the real world.
She was losing her grip on reality more often and for an extended period of time. It was summer, her favorite season. The sun was burning, giving the atmosphere an intense orange color. The whole picture was surreal; it looked like it was taken from a post-impressionist painting. The yellow rocky margins in contrast to the deep blue sea reminded her of a starry night. She was desperately trying to find peace in the landscape that stretched in front of her, but the more she stared at it, the sicker she felt. Her skin was heavy with salt. The smell of the sea filled the space around Josie, shaking her to her core. These bright, contrasting colors made her stomach churn violently.
"Isn't it perfect?" Her sister exclaimed in delight. No, but it should be.
"Yes" She said breathlessly instead.
She sinks her nails in her hip, trying to make sure it's real. Josette felt the pain, but it wasn't enough to set her free from the iron prison of her mind. She tried in vain to hold her sister's hand for support, The simple touch provoked such a perplexed expression that the blonde stopped in her tracks.
The smile suddenly disappeared from her face. "Sorry, but Mom... are you okay?"
She nodded, unable to articulate an entire sentence.
"Sebastian invited me to the party behind the old factory. He wants us to go together; can you imagine?" She continued fearlessly, with the same enthusiasm, to twirl around, holding the phone in her chest, ignoring all her pain and sorrow.
"Everything will end tonight." Lizzie said her gaze was eerie, rending her flesh as she reached deep inside her soul, holding her hand in an iron grip making her cry out in pain, unable to bear watching what was happening before her, to her.
It was burning. Her whole body was on fire.
Then she noticed the crystal jar next to the drawer. She began to wonder what it would be like if she took it in her hands and started to hit Lizzie with it.It looked heavy enough to break either the skull or the jar. The question was repeated in her mind over and over again.
Her beautiful blonde head or the vase?
She started to regain her senses.
Josie has many memories associated with the sea, namely teaching her sister how to swim. Also, watching her narrow gray eyes close and her white, pale skin turn blue as she drowns under this cursed moon.
She was looking at her reflection in the water not out of self-pity but because she wanted a witness to her grief.
The smell of putrefaction from a sweet, rotten soul was hovering in the air.
For the first time in a while, she let herself cry.
Her magic is the only thing that keeps her alive. She wouldn't let them take it, leaving an empty shell behind. It roared under her skin like a creature with its own volition.
A man with black raven hair ran towards her, an enigmatic smile dancing on his lips as he hugged her and wiped away her tears with his hand, repeating in a litany to hurry; she didn't have much time.
She has to find the knife.