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Her mercy to His penitence

"Don’t do it love! Please. Am sorry I hurt you. How can I live without you? Forgive me. " The girl stood at the cross road. Tears streamed down her pale cheek as she debated between listening to his pleas or to her heart. She was tired and could no longer take any of it. He took everything from her yet she stayed until she felt that her soul was no longer alive. Each pain he caused chipped a little at her soul until there was nothing left to give. She was now an empty soul that was hanging on a thin thread. She was only breathing, but being alive never counted as living. It was time to let go. She closed her eyes and run in to the middle of the road. A loud screech was heard as her blood painted the black tarmac red. Nooo….. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ NOTE: This work is on-going and not yet edited. DISCLAIMER The cover was made by my darling sister, @Bash. The images used is attributed to the rightful owner. Join my Discord if you wish to interact with me and discuss the characters. https://discord.gg/jJeBuJN8 If you like my writing, you can always buy me coffee. It would be appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/kittenbunny

MUHACHE_JUMA · Urbano
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425 Chs

Past and present

The sound of a piano rang in the air creating a calming atmosphere. It was summoning her into his lair. She was hesitant at first. Not knowing whether to follow the sound or give him space.

It felt like listening to the sound of the waves crashing against rocks. The peaceful symphony of birds tweeting merrily as the sun rose from the sky.

She was reminded of everything she had missed. For an entire year, she was like a caged bird. In a bid to keep her company, he became a prisoner too.

These were like a liberation for them. With everything already planned out, they needed a little time to set things in motion. 

She eventually gave in to her selfish desire to be close to him. He was her drug. One she needed to have a taste-off every chance she got.

She was hooked on him like a fiend. Her heart shackled so intensively to him. Arya was high on the beautiful synchrony his fingers created.