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Black In the Water

Where mystery meets romance... —Excerpt— We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. “You asleep?” he whispers to me. “Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” “Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me. “Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. “Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” “Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. —————————————————————————————————————————— When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

krydwen · 科幻言情
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203 Chs

Apartment 45. Miss Daisy. Nightmare

When I open my eyes the morning of my eighteenth birthday, I can't help but to gasp for air. I am not soaking wet like I had strangely expected, I am dry and warm in my own bed—in my own beige bedroom. I take a look around to find that everything is as I left them last night before I went to bed.

I have the faintest memory of blue eyes, though—eyes as blue as the sea. What the hell?

I look around to see if someone else is in the room with me but, with an odd pang of disappointment, I realise that I am alone.

The baby pink satin sleeping gown that I put on after my shower last night is bunched up to my stomach. Sweat trickled down my back and forehead.

The room is dimly lit, the light from the moon washing all the colours in my room to shades of grey. I get up from my bed and gasp as my feet touch the cold marble floor. This is why I keep arguing with my mother to install wood flooring instead of marble—of course, I obviously keep losing our argument.