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Damien asked, his voice rough as he scanned the dark corridor behind me. “Just emotionally exhausted,” I admitted, tightening my grip on the heavy leather binder in my hand. Lucas’s blue eyes dropped to the book crushed against my ribs, his brow furrowing as he noticed the yellowed pages and the formal council seal on the cover. “What is that?” I looked up at Lucas, my hands shaking so violently that the binder rattled against his jacket. The joke I wanted to make died right in my throat, replaced by a cold, heavy truth that made the air in my lungs feel like ice.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

I want to ruin everyone who ruined me! But who am I kidding? My life is already slipping away in my very eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. To whoever is reading this, my name is Elodie Moonstone and this is a story of how I died. This is the end...

Instead, I backed up step by step until I reached the bed. As the sounds from next door started up again, I stacked the pillows and blankets high. Standing on top of them, I opened the custom skylight Ian had installed for me and slowly climbed up onto the roof. With every step, a voice whispered in my ear. "Just die already. Ian stopped loving you a long time ago. He's only with you to get revenge. Death is the only way you'll ever be free." The second that voice faded, I smiled and jumped off the roof.

Soon enough, the world would see exactly what kind of people they were. Wyatt was just about to slip away when the doctor finally rushed in. After performing a quick check on my body, he looked up at Celia and sighed heavily. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Ashford. Mr. Elliot has indeed passed away." Celia's arms tightened around me. The last trace of hope vanished from her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "I calculated everything perfectly. The dose, the oxygen tank... I even left water and food in that casket. How could he possibly die?"

Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!' This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this! This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel. Thank you for reading to the end. Credits go to my best friend Lily for creating the amazing front cover! She's an amazing writer too, go support her on Wattpad! Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs.

"I'm sorry. I can't bear to see Elliot sad. Just consider it another thing I owe you." I lay trapped in that bed for several days. While my physical injuries slowly improved, my life was ticking away. Waiting around just to die filled me with absolute despair. Five days later, Elliot walked into my room alone. Seeing me pinned helplessly to the bed, he burst into a cruel laugh. "Dariel, since you're about to die anyway, I might as well tell you the truth. The person who needs the kidney is actually someone Eddie hit with his car. Quite a coincidence, isn't it? They just happen to be a perfect match for you."

"Stop, please!!" I begged for my life as I struggled with all my might, desperate for air. But the more I struggled, the stronger they held me under the water. I was going to die... like really going to die. Drowning wasn't the way I thought I would go. I could feel my life slipping away from my grasp. Everything began to fade away and turn black. The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body.

"It's not your fault. Everyone dies. Just sooner or later." I sat next to her, crying like I couldn't stop. After a while, she spoke soft. "Chloe, if I die, will you cry like this for me?" I jerked and shook my head. "No! You won't die!" She looked at me and scoffed. "Idiot. You don't have to lie. I know I'm dying." She paused. "Maybe dying isn't so bad. If I die, I won't hurt anymore. And Grandma won't be alone."

⸻ And there… She discovered a book. ⸻ A book containing reality’s ending. ⸻ The ending Caelus had written. ⸻ 🌙 The Ending Ilyaan looked at her. ⸻ “What was written?” ⸻ Nyra hesitated. ⸻ For the first time… She looked frightened. ⸻ Then she whispered: ⸻ “Everyone dies.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The library shook. ⸻ “The Dreamer wakes.” ⸻