Waiting for a day to come and cherishing each passing our is two different thing yet it both make my heartache. Thinking of leaving the people i cherish... and hoping to see him again. Even after he left. I still yearn for him. Didn't know being attached to someone romantically is like this. I used to dislike and rant about girls who've been miserable and have overreacted when their lovers left them. I didn't understand then. Now, i do. It feels like i can leave everything just so i can ensure his safety or just see a glimpse of him. Funny how i hardly denied that i don't hope for him anymore. Funny how i disregard the thoughts of him and then now, i've been thinking of disobeying my Mom. And even leaving her. "Rose, tomorrow is your graduation. Aren't you and your friends celebrating? Am i gonna prepare foods?" I looked at Mom and shook my head. "Actually, they planned to party? In a bar?" I winced. "And we'll be having a sleepover in their apartment for about three days. Is it o

Since I meet him, I became so curious with another world. I questioned myself if the world I first laid my eyes is the world I will be living forever. Because I desire to see his world. And if possible, live in there with him. When he left me, I tried so hard to forget everything about him. About my desire to enter his world. About that three days with him. Those precious moments with him. And the attraction I felt towards him. But it didn't fade. It visited me in my most private dreams. It was on my most hidden thoughts. My heart desired for it in its every beat. Now, I am afraid to open my eyes. My hope to see him might vanish. I am afraid I won't see him. That I was wrong all along.I felt someone staring at me. It awakened my senses. My eyes feel heavy. My neck hurts. I feel light and I am laying in a very comfortable bed. Soft and smooth. The smell is also very addicting. I sniffed more. I heard someone chuckled. It sounded so manly, it sent shiver down my spine. "This is th

I have loved my life eversince I was a kid. I loved it more when I saw a glimpse of what happened to my father according to my dream. I'm happy and cherished it most the days I spent it with him. The man with fangs who saved me that day from those werewolves. The vampire who didn't bit me. The first one who made me feel valued, aside from my Mom. And I didn't know I will ever be ready to guve up this life until now. Until I knew that he needs me. And if the cost of my life will prolong his and save him, I wouldn't mind taking my last breath knowing he's be safe. I carefully watched Slaughtrus who is now heaving. I don't know if it is because of tiredness or anger. His amber eyes darken and it is almost turning red but something is not letting him. Something is restraining him."We won't do it, my King," Slaughtrus said in his firm voice. The king's head tilted as a smirk rose in his lips. "You were saying, Dash?""There's another way, my King. I just need her blood. Forcing her is