Avenge

He loved it there, and sleep sneakily crept into his system.

“I won't leave your side. Ever. It feels… unbearably cold without you.” Their eyes met again, and each smiled delightfully.

“You'll never leave me?”

“I'll be your goddamn guardian angel."

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It was the next morning.

A morning that Francess wished never came, since only those that were alive enjoyed it.

But her?

She felt…dead.

It was the morning after a failed dinner with the most prestigious family in the country, and she saw herself as crap.

It wasn't because of missing such an opportunity, yet they kept replaying in her head.

Tessa and Doreen.

As Francess lay on the queen-sized bed, her fingers entwined, hair strands dangling over her, and brown eyes gawking blankly at the aesthetic-designed ceiling, a lone tear slid down her cheek.

She hadn't slept even for a second throughout the night, and occasionally a drop of tear would escape her eyes.

Francess was in pain.

“He loves her. Doreen loves her," She muttered, and again,