Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to race toward your death? Well, take it from a dead girl, it’s exactly what you had imagined, only a thousand times worse. My life had become a carousel of guilt. A deathly road of despair, stolen one fateful night by careening headlights. I was sinking. Drowning. And if it wasn’t for me, they would still be alive. I am the reason they’re dead. So, why didn’t the frigid water welcome me at the grim gates, too? Harlen Graves made breathing underwater easier, though I knew time would be our cruelest enemy. He was a famous rockstar, the bass player of Chasing The Storm. I was Blaine Everson, Cherry. A nobody. I fell victim to phantom hope, the kind I knew would leave me breathless. We were only a fleeting moment, not a place to find a home. And as my broken, soulless body trembled against the crimson-stained concrete, I thought of him. Did he keep his unspoken promise? The one I watched twinkle in the depths of his glacial orbs. The very one keeping me alive. I had no choice except to sink my nails into the ghostly echoes of his voice when I lost everything else. Surviving death once had me staring into the face of fate. But surviving death twice might be the very force that kills me.
Story added by penguininja on September 2, 2025
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