She wandered around the decrepit place she used to call home. She loved this place; an early Victorian home that had character, charm, and beauty. But now, all that's left of it is death, rubble, and dark, depressing memories. She should have never returned, as He is still here. He? Oh, yes, her ex boyfriend. He was your your stereotypical popular jock. His body was built like a temple; with so much care and thought and work put into his body, it would be impossible to knock him down. He had his parted dark mahogany hair, a chiseled jawline that had its sprinkle of hair, and he had his deep devious blue eyes that were reminiscent of the ocean; full of life, and mysterious. His fair skin contrasted well against his maroon Letterman jacket and his navy blue jeans. His personality however, was glossed over by his charming appeal. Nick was a hothead. But, ever since she left him for a multitude of reasons, he just snapped. He wanted her, no, he needed her.
She walked into her parents room, knowing how horrific of an idea that was. She creaked onto the floorboards, and discovered the corpses of them. They were holding each other, not wanting to lose each other just before death. They were amazing parents; caring, loving, and all round good nature. She creaked closer, seeing their burned bodies reaching for each other, reaching for the last bit of love. Suddenly, she trips on a box of destroyed memories and, with the weakened floorboards, fell right onto the ground floor... well not exactly. She landed onto Him.
She woke up to find herself tied up to a tree, surrounded by nothing, besides Him. He looked at her. She was a beauty, with her murky mint eyes shining vibrantly against her pale complexion. She had her platinum blonde hair in a bob cut with her split ends just fraying perfectly. She was perfect to him, but she left him. Unfortunately, this will be their last night together...
Xyr; the best world with the best people