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The Reddest Red

A room which is uncomfortably quiet and a girl who is even more so weirdly quiet, other than her breathing nothing shows that she is alive. But inside her head there is a storm brewing ever since she decided to get out of that place. People with super powers. Not an imagination anymore?? People having powers divided between the evil path and the path of righteousness?? In the midst of all this, a blooming heartwarming romance as the saying goes 'Even in the times of war, love is still there.' So let's go on a journey together with me to further find out- Who's the girl? Why is she trying to leave? What will the future hold for her? ------------------------------------------------------------ "Stop!" she said to him. "First, tell me how do you know about these things." "You don't believe me, do you?" he asked her. Even after waiting to hear her reply for about a minute, when he didn't hear anything he said, "It's because you don't remember the things you have seen." "Then tell me everything. Everything that I have forgotten." she replied. ------------------ Image by Sunny Daye from Pixabay.

blossoms_hkhk · Fantasie
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148 Chs

Esther takes Merry to visit her Aunt

The ride was uneventful as Esther kept her focus on the road and Merry sat silently beside her, occasionally glancing at the paintings in the backseat to ensure they were secure.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing broke the silence, startling Merry.

She reached for her phone and saw that it was a call from Mrs. Miller.

"Hey Mom," Merry answered the call.

"Where are you right now, Anna?" Mrs. Miller asked with anger evident in her voice.

"Mom, I am still at work. There's a bit of work left to do, so I will be here for a while longer to finish up before heading home."

Merry assured Mrs. Miller that she would be home as soon as she is done with her work at the gallery.

"Why didn't you call me to let me know you would be late? Merry, I expect you to communicate with me when your plans change and you will be late," Mrs. Miller responded sternly, disappointment lacing her voice.