Bella seems to attract every queer person within a ten mile radius. Vampires, werewolves... She's seen it all. But what she's missing is a human friend. And of course, Bella wouldn't be Bella unless that person was strange and possibly dangerous, too. Mythical creature expertise doesn't always help with humans.
There are a few things to say about this story : Amelia often thinks about drugs, drinking, suicide, etc. Although the actual act is never shown in my story, I suggest you don't read on if those topics make you uneasy. It's nothing major, though. I would like to thank my beta, bloodredskies for editing my work. She went through each chapter for me, and has been a great help. And lastly, I'd like to remind everyone to review. It's honestly the best gift you can give to any author, and how else could I improve if I don't know what you're thinking? Just spare me a minute once you're done.
20. Epilogue - Hidden Confession
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Fear less, hope more;
Eat less, chew more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Love more, and all good things will be yours.
When I returned home late that night, my mind was so groggy that I thought I’d pass out right there and then. I dragged myself through the silent house – thankfully not having to deal with my father’s scolding for the evening – and fell on my bed in utter exhaustion.
But right as I was about to let go of my conscious, a new object on my desk caught my eye. A rectangular form lay there in the dark, making me push aside my fatigue for the moment and alluring me from my bed.
A book perched on my ruined desk, a black bookmark sticking out of its covers. Rubbing my eyes, I grabbed it and brought it closer to my face.
I nearly choked when I saw the familiar title of the book. I turned to the first page quickly, only to find what I’d expected to see – a small group of words were scrawled over the blank page in Bella's messy handwriting.
Stay good for me. I’ll miss you.
I couldn’t hold back my joy when I brought the book closer to my face and read the first page of the story with eager eyes. All my weariness was forgotten in that brief moment of delight when I noticed that our previous goodbye had not been our last one.
This farewell was the one that mattered.
How had she gotten inside? A cold wind blew in through the open window beside my closet, but I discarded the thought that followed immediately. Even the mere idea of Bella climbing up the wall to my room on the second story was hilarious.
Well, what did it matter? Inspiration flooded through me as I took a second look at the unexpected present.
I scurried to my bedside table and lit the lamp, illuminating my dark room once more. I sank in my bed, threw back the covers, and buried myself in them, setting the book on my pillow as I adjusted myself into a comfortable position on my stomach.
Letting my hand trace the edges, I lowered my nose to the first page and sniffed at the paper. I had always loved the smell of freshly printed paper, and the way the first pages seemed to stick to each other when they were turned around for the first time. Each new book was a treasure, and each turn of the page a new experience. There was a thrill to reading that I had never quite forgotten, not even in my years of rebellion.
This book in particular promised to be a pleasure from the beginning to the end. It didn’t matter that I’d read it before; the words would have a completely new meaning to them after what I’d gone through in the past few weeks.
Reading my first book after Alex’s death was exactly the kind of break I needed.
Relaxing my every muscle, my eyes skimmed over the cover again. I wanted to memorize every thread of its shell, as much as I wanted to do the same for the insides. I was going to enjoy this book from the very first letter.
by Bram Stoker
Bella never failed to amaze me.
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