The clock’s rhythmic beat is the only thing keeping me sane.
[name_f]Day[/name_f] after day, I’ve been listening to the wooden clock on the wall. At the start, it bothered me. But now, listening to the clock provides me with something to do.
Provides me with something to listen to.
Something to distract me.
But maybe I don’t need distraction. Maybe I should live through my last days, fully present and aware.
Maybe I shouldn’t have lived at all.
The clock’s rhythmic beat is the only thing keeping me sane.
[name_m]Or[/name_m] maybe its the thing driving me insane.
Next word: [name_m]Ocean[/name_m]
“I hate the ocean,” Alaric murmured under his breath.
Cecily lifted her eyes to meet Alaric’s turquoise ones, ironically reminding her of the sea. She knew she couldn’t pry, because it could take centuries for him to open up again – it had taken centuries to get this far. She reached out, gently brushing his hand with her fingers.
Alaric gripped the jagged stones beneath them, his jaw clenching. “I hate the storm,” he snarled, then side-eyed her sharply as if to say “I even hate you.”
Next word: centuries
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The St [name_f]Rose[/name_f] estate, Willcove house, had been around for Centuries. [name_m]Heath[/name_m] had known this since his father had boomed those words at least 13 years prior.
“Centuries!” his father, proudly exclaimed, “Willcove was built by the first St Rose’s men, centuries ago.” [name_m]Quentin[/name_m] St [name_f]Rose[/name_f] II was not a very strong man, built like a beanpole, but his confidence made up for that times over.
“We visit here every few years” He would always inform guests, not wanting to seem tied to a place so small. “Only for the history” He continued “Little [name_m]Quentin[/name_m] here needs to learn about what he’s inheriting.” And [name_m]Heath[/name_m] would always smile a big, big smile. Proud to be [name_m]Quentin[/name_m] [name_m]Heathcliff[/name_m] St [name_f]Rose[/name_f] III, not [name_m]Oscar[/name_m] or [name_f]Helen[/name_f], stuck in the nursery.
Next word: [name_m]Gold[/name_m]
The horizon seemed to tremble under Alaric’s unyielding stare.
[name_f]Cecily[/name_f] sighed. Apparently bringing him out here wasn’t the magic solution I needed. Her eyes fell to their feet, dangling freely over the edge of the cliff.
She bit her lip. “What would you do if I fell in?”
Flecks of gold bounced on and off the waves as they crashed beneath them. In all her years, there hadn’t been a single miraculous report of someone living after falling into this ocean.
For minutes, he silently maintained his gaze on the horizon. Finally, he blinked and turned to face her. Emotionlessly, he inhaled and spoke clearly: “I would get up, walk home, and curse you for being an idiot.”
Next word: minutes