She sneezed, once, twice, three times. It was enough. He rolled his eyes the amount of times she sneezed, a dizzying feat. Perhaps once was sufficient. "You'll catch your death." She huffed. "Death shall have to wait." "Oh? I suppose he will wait patiently," he said, lips tilting up in one direction. "He must. Any … Continue reading Symptom


Dead Leaves

She bunched them in her hands and threw the leaves up into the sky. They twirled down, some landing on her hair. Celine repeated the process, this time covering herself in leaves. They stuck to her hair and dress, not bothering to remove them. She laughed, pure and uncensored , joy spreading through her veins. … Continue reading Dead Leaves