Merge

Lillian's Point Of View.

I had picked a familiar scent from afar. A scent that would breathe his last breath the day we meet.

A day like this happened too soon, and I never knew he would be the one who would walk to me.

I grabbed the knob, opened the door and stepped out of the house. His eyes dropped like he had just seen a ghost.

Of course, he told Isabella I was dead so, that makes me dead to him.

“What a sweet man you are, Marcus!” I whined, licking my lips as I stared at him.

He took some steps backwards as I approached him, but I did not stop walking to him.

“I never knew you could walk to me yourself. Why? Are you that tired of life that you had to come find death?” A scary grin escaped my mouth.

“No,” he shook his head with his hands stretched forth and waving at me. “It's not what you think, I know how, but you probably hate me right now, but it's not what you are thinking.” He pleaded, still taking slow steps backwards.

“Really? What do you think I'm thinking? And what are yo