Mayu
Ghost Of Who I Was
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- Aug 7, 2006
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Mercy was a writer, she thought vampires were only myth but something about them made her write a lot about them, she wrote them in a way no one else saw them, primal lovers that do know love. Mercy had been writing ever since she met her friend, he meant everything to her, so much every book she wrote was dedicated to him, there was something very special about him that she didn't understand, she felt he was different, every time they hugged she could feel a deep darkness in her own heart, one that came out from time to time, longing to be taken, she hadn't slept with anyone so she wouldn't be considered a whore. Things happened to her, she was almost killed in a car accident, and that was how her friend came into play, that was how they met. Ever since then they had been close, even tho she had never seen him during the day, she worked at the hospital, but on the day of her friends birthday she had something special for him, in her pocket in her black coat as she was going to meet him at the park, she got there early as she looked up at the beautiful sky, she sighed some hearing something behind her, she slowly turned around.
