Crimson
Description
"There's an empty place in my bones; buried deep, that calls out for something unknown. It is a horrible feeling to have a craving that you can never satisfy."
Within just a few minutes, my whole world had been flipped upside down. Everything that I knew and everything that I thought I knew were no longer relevant. He swept me into his world the moment he drug me into the alleyway and his mouth clamped down on the delicate flesh of my neck. And now I can't seem to get him out of my head. Kai was gorgeous. Real and brutal and gorgeous. His eyes were searing my skin like a fire. Aggressive, they drug me down and down and down until they buried me alive in their endless hazel depths.
You seem like nice people, so I feel I should warn you; you should know. Something bad is coming to do what it was bred to do, what it was born to do: to strip the only home you know of its joy. This city will never be the same when I let the beast inside out to play.
A huge thanks to Empty Gold Graphics (ran by the amazing Kat) for making this cover for me and letting me help with the design!
Foreword
The now present thoughts came streaming into my consciousness, begging for my undivided attention. A sinking feeling ebbed its way into my chest.
I never used to feel lonely. Alone? Absolutely. But there’s more to loneliness. You can be alone without being sad, without aching in a way that a human being doesn't understand. Loneliness is different. You can be in a room filled with your favorite people in the world and loneliness can still sneak it’s devilish little hand in and twist your insides. Loneliness is a different kind of beast that feeds on your barely kept composure until you are ridden with a feeling that you don’t want to call hopeless.
I tried to figure out when that transition happened, when I went from being alone to feeling lonely. It’s like one day the world thought it would be amusing to obnoxiously point out what I was missing; like I needed a violent shove from my semi-content state of mind. And now, when my mind fails to distract itself, loneliness creeps in. I end up internally flouncing around in my anxieties about just how utterly alone I am. When did this happen? And when I can’t find any more things to divert my attention to, I am left talking myself into circles, frantically trying to figure out why the feeling in my chest is so painful.
And that is what I hate the most. Those thoughts that I struggle to keep to a minimum, but are enough to disgust me for hours. An unamused sound escaped from my lips and I pushed myself from the wall and exited my room. I needed to get a grip.
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