Mated To Valentine
Annabelle Writesma he's making eyes at medevil whispered in my earhe stares into my eyes deeplyit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyes
Every part of me is screaming to follow, but I don’t.
Instead, I force myself to breathe, to calm the storm raging inside me.
I don't know how long he's gone for. I try to wait up for him, to maybe talk it out. But eventually, the weariness starts to take a toll on me.
And then, just as I start to drift into the darkness of sleep—
"North."
The voice slithers through my mind like a ghostly whisper.
It’s Valentine.
"I just got shot with sulfur…" His voice is weak, fading. "I’m… fading out."