"Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart of life and is prophetic of eternal good."
"Francesco Petrarca?"
"Als...
He knits his forehead and dials her number once more. As he put his phone on his ear, the familiar ringtone of hers was heard in the room. He removes the phone from his ear and follows the sound. His steps brings him to the kitchen and drops the phone abruptly, breaking the screen as his eyes widen from what he saw.
Everything was unimaginable. Her body, her phone, a piece of paper and a knife: all covered in blood and all hers. The sight was horrific and dreadful.
"VESPER!" He sprints and kneels immediately to her body sitting palely. He doesn't know what to do or say. His girlfriend's wrists, arms, thighs and legs are full of cuts. He directly checks for her pulse and his heart skips a beat.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
a/n:
I recommend reading the first book before proceeding towards the next chapter of this story. If there's no more concern beyond that, please enjoy reading the story. And while you're at it, I wouldn't mind you commenting and voting too. Thanks!
