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I loved her ever since I first met her. It was eight years ago on the neighborhood swings. I had just gotten into a fight with my brother over something incredibly stupid. She had just moved into town from the middle of nowhere. We were seeking solace and that's where the swings came into play. We became friends fast and, by the end of summer, we were inseparable… that is until freshman year. She became part of the 'in crowd' and I continued melt away into the background. We didn't hang out as much but she still came around every now and again. By sophomore year, she opted to start dating Tyler Grady, the head honcho. They continued t

"Megan," My mother was waiting in the car, seated in the passenger's seat. She honked the horn a few times before I finally emerged from our home. "Why don't you drive if you want to get there so soon?" "I'm too distraught to drive." She claimed. Right. I thought to myself.  I doubt you'd act the same way for me. The ride to the funeral parlor was silent. My mother because she was too distraught by the death of my cousin and I was too angry that she picked a favourite long before I was even in the picture. We stepped out of the car and my mother walked a head of me into the parlor. I stayed outside for a moment, looking at the clear sky. Ev

She was strapped into a medieval torture device mimicking that of a normal straight-backed sitting chair. Etched into the wood and the leather straps were runic wards. Her head was shrouded by a black bag and her clothing—formally a white night gown—was dirty, torn and clung to her sun-kissed skin. The Forman tore the shroud from her head and revealed a human face with tresses of ebony locks framing eyes that would make even the bluest Forget-me-not jealous. "Konstantinov, do you know why you are here?" a voice echoed down to the woman strapped to the chair. The walls of the room were curtained in shadow. The only two ways she knew