Semua Bab Her Love with Death: Bab 1 - Bab 6

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him. ~On my walk to work is the best coffee shop in the city. It’s cute and quaint, and just out of the way enough that tourists don’t find themselves there very often. The shop is decorated with mismatched furniture and eclectic décor, and lots of mirrors that help brighten the place up when the sun shines. It’s my favorite place to be away from home. “Same as always. El?” asks Lucy, the owner and morning barista. “You know me well enough by now to know I don’t deviate,

I pour myself a glass of wine as soon as I get home. It’s raining now, and the sound is pouring through my open windows. Kicking off my shoes I go to sit in my window seat. I’m absolutely exasperated. Normally I have my lights come on automatically, as to not seem like I’m a single woman living alone in the city but today they didn’t come on. I ask my home system to turn the lights on, but nothing happens. Looking around I ask again, but when they still don’t come on, I set my glass down and get up from my seat. I reach the nearest lamp and attempt to turn it on. It doesn’t. “Hmmm. Weird,” I pull my phone from my bag and turn on the flashlight. Looking around my apartment I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, so I head to the laundry room to check the breaker. I flip the switch but again nothing happens, so I chalk it up to a neighborhood outage from the storm. No big deal. I have some candles around here somewhere. I rummage around in the cabinets for the candles I know I ha

It’s early afternoon when I settle beneath a beautiful tree at the park. In spring, this place is breathtaking—full of blooming flowers and a few imported Japanese cherry trees. They’re my favorite. Cherry blossoms have always felt like a symbol of life and new beginnings. Something I needed to see after last night... and this morning’s terrifying—Dream?Is that what it was? A dream? Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police?Not Jensen’s face still haunts me. Just as Jensen’s actions after that still scare me, I can’t stop thinking about them. How does he pull my consciousness into those replica spaces? Are they even replicas—or is he somehow manipulating the very space we’re in, making it seem like another place? Who the hell is Jensen Parker?Feeling the dread from this morning still clawing at the edges of my mind, I crack open the book I brought with me—a good romantic comedy. Something light, a little funny, and a whole lot of sexy. Just what I need