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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
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|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The recession of the moon into its dark shell in the clouds, mirrored the incessant chip at my soul for the past few days. It seemed as if something inside me was getting chopped off as each day went by and I recoiled from the one girl who made me feel so alive.I shoved my left hand into my pocket, twirling my tumbler absentmindedly in my right hand while I stared into the cold, dark, lonely night as though miraculously, all my problems would fade away the same way the moon was retracting into the dark clouds. But jokes on me because the more I stared at the waning celestial body, the more I became brusquely aware of the void that was perched at the core of my soul.I chugged my whiskey down my throat all at once, allowing myself to embrace the harsh burn that lodged in my throat. It felt like a punishment for the kind of wedge I had willingly driven between us since that afternoon at the Park. I was so in control. I had control over everything and I had alre
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|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|As I walked into the house, wiping off the trail of blood that was smeared against my lips with a handkerchief, my steps halted when I sensed her energy in the atmosphere. It was cold but I knew she was back.Her presence had been hard to come by recently because of the way things have been tense between us. She had been going off to somewhere I didn't give a shit about. If she wanted to be a bitch, I could be an asshole too.I probably wouldn't have cared that she was back but knowing I had something to trash out with her made a muscle tick in my jaw, a frown automatically settling on my face as I tossed the handkerchief somewhere in the ornate living room.The fireplace crackled loudly, illuminating the vast space and its fiery glow that kissed every inch of the room made it easy to denote that she wasn't here. I didn't have to strain my ears to pick up on the steady thumping of her heartbeat that was coming from her room in the other wing of the dark castl
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Thank you," I mumbled to the waiter who had been prancing around the gallery, snatching a champagne flute from the tray. I think that's like my third glass or something but I couldn't care less because I was already high enough by being in the arms of the man I loved as he led us around Nocturne Ville's gallery.André thought it fitting that I needed to de-stress and I needed some time away from my laptop to get in touch with the outside world and tap into my inspiration. He figured that the only way we could do that was if he took me to the art show at the gallery and it was nothing short of amazing.And by figured, he had a package anonymously delivered to me, and he showed up afterwards to ask me himself. I was a little reluctant but it was safe to say that the guy was 'very convincing' with his hands and mouth.I really needed to get away from writing.The Nocturne Ville gallery took the Gothic aura that the city had always had, into play, and they went all
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Des, where the hell are you?""I will be there in a second. I promise," I said to Charlotte, who was on the other end of the phone, struggling to balance the heavy books in my hands, as well as my backpack and the phone I had pressed between my shoulder and my ears."Just get here on time. Tania is really pissed," she responded."When has she ever not been pissed? I'll see you soon. I'd have been there a while ago but I had to pick up some books for school work at the library." I told her, mouthing an apology to the person I bumped into as I raced down the stairs."Okay," she hung up.I skillfully tucked my phone in my back pocket, pulling the books to my chest.As I exited the library building, I was met with a bustling environment that crawled with students, who had just finished their classes. The heavy crowd and the distorted chattering coming from every angle made my skin crawl, heightening my need to leave this premises. I knew what crowds like this meant
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|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|Have you ever been so angry to the point where you feel every one of your insides boil over, and all you want to do is smash someone's face into the wall?Yeah, well that is how I currently feel.As I stood there earlier and watched her tell me that I was going to have to do my presentation all over again because she thought it wasn't the best I could come up with, all my brain could conjure was a thousand quickest ways I could murder her without having it traced back to me.In her words, "You are a very bright student, Iris. But you haven't been yourself lately and that's the reason I am giving you this rare second chance to prove yourself worthy to me again."Who the fuck cares about a second chance? I just wanted to be over and done with the damn thing.I didn't even know what was more infuriating. Redoing my presentation or the fact that I found it excessively hard to focus on one thing these days. Shutting a huge part of my memories out had always been so seam
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|I was sucked into the dimness of the ridiculously large Victorian Grey-themed room when my eyes fluttered open. The primary source of light was the silvery glow of the moonlight that filtered into the room through the arched windows behind the king-sized bed, which had its curtains pulled to the side.The room, although soaked in the celestial glow, wasn't completely illuminated because some areas of the large room were still a little bit dark. But the bigger and taller man who had his arm draped possessively around me seemed to be the centre of attention for the lighting that descended upon the room because he glowed like diamonds under the night sky.His silky hair was a messy mop atop his head, bringing a light tint to my cheeks as I remembered how I had fisted them really hard earlier when he had his mouth on me. I had grown to realise how his face seemingly displayed more emotions when he was asleep than when he was awake. The look on his face depicted a stat
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|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|“Are you sure you'd be fine on your own?” Iris squinted her eyes at me worriedly. I couldn't fight back the urge to roll my eyes at how dramatic she was acting. It was very ironic that I was the one who ought to be freaking out about her—not like I am not—and not the other way around.I wish I could say that she had learnt to tone down her protectiveness when it comes to me but she hasn't. If anything, it only got worse.“Iris,” I groaned at the dark-haired girl whose face was splayed on the screen of my phone. “This is like the fifth time you are calling me today and I have barely had three classes. Aren't you even supposed to be resting or your cramps have found a way to feel less deadly?” I queried her, drowning out the noise that was coming from the students hanging around the hallways in the background as I weaselled my way through the sea of crowds.“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, pulling the covers up to her chest. “I just feel really guilty that I couldn'
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|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|The prominent golden glow of the sun that hung low on the horizon kissed her skin with a subtlety that made my breath hitch as my fingers darted up to her palm to interlock themselves with her fingers while I kept her in place with my other palm resting on the small of her back.It was like gazing at an artistic piece with the way the lavender, red, and orange streaks of hue were scattered across the surface of the clouds, bathing the garden of peonies in its colourful glow. The burst of colours reflected on the soft pink colour of the flowers, syncing with the colour of her blush pink tulle dress.Her eyes were as bewitching as they were striking, appearing to be the only contrasting feature in her appearance because the sea of electric blue shone like a reflection of light on glass. Her hair was swept around one side of her neck, beaming a shade of golden-orange under the setting sun.As I allowed my eyes to linger on her collarbone, zeroing in on her neck a
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