|•| 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

|•| 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

|•| 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

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|“I have loved you for a thousand years, Evangeline! Do you really think that one weak, scrawny human is going to suddenly come into the picture and ruin all that? Our never-ending cycle of reincarnation proves that we are meant for each other. How can you not see that?!” “No, no, no. Something is missing about the tone.” I groaned, pushing aside the jotting pad in my hands.Who knew writing a love confession would be this hard? My heart sank as I cancelled out the dialogue I had just written for the umpteenth time. I had been at this for days, hoping to nail the effect I was going for but every dialogue found a way to be different. The inconsistency in their pattern was hindering me from figuring out the one thing that was missing in that conversation.'Maybe it's a break you need' My subconscious chipped in its unsolicited opinion.“I can't take a break. I don't want to take a break.” I muttered harshly in response as though it were here.'Or you just don't wa

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|It was funny how the darkness was one thing most of us were terrified of as kids but as we grew older, it became our escape. It became a form of solitude to cling to whenever we needed to get away from the outside world.Like I was currently doing.I didn't know if I had willingly immersed myself into oblivion but whatever it was, it was still, quiet and my mind felt absent. There was a sense of relief that was attached to being here. I got to hide away from the things I didn't want to think about or confront and I knew I could hang in here for as long as I wanted, denying the nightmare that had now become my reality.But even a feeling like this was fleeting because a stubborn invisible force incessantly tugged at me, wanting to yank me awake. At first, it was easy to resist but it was as though it knew that the more I lingered here, the more I retreated into my unconscious mind.Thus, when my eyes fluttered open, as slowly as they could ever be, and they connec