His Love For Her Was Alive, Even If He Wasn't
Astra
I never knew there was a life after death.
A world beyond the Veil.
I also never knew I had a stalker, one who watched me from the shadows and vowed to protect me forever.
Or that he died saving me.
Now I'm haunted.
A ghost lingers in the darkness of my sanctuary and I find myself with no escape.
Because you can't escape the dead, you can't fight them either.
So afraid, and at his mercy, confusion follows when I come undone for an aspiration. From the feathered kiss of a touch that seeps beneath my skin.
No Straitjacket will stop my ghost from coming for me, or possessing all those who dare to harm me.
Hunter
I saw her once.
The girl with ocean blue eyes and a problematic smile.
She was a deviant under the surface.
Mischief dwelled within her troublemaker's heart.
So I decided she'll be mine.
Only I forgot to tell her that.
I became obsessed and transfixed by her wicked smile.
I hadn't meant to become her stalker.
But I did.
And I regret nothing.
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