sesame syrup Pt1
It wasn't supposed to end like this. Mascara smudged into the creases of my eyes, what's left of the crimson lipstick is painted across my chin and my breathing struggles to regulate itself. I think I lost him a few miles back but my senses are still alert to every rustle of the browning leaves as the trees try their best to hide me from the monster, that will stop at nothing to capture me. For I have the one possession he cannot live without. Running my hands over the dark, smooth leather, I inspect the notebook for the first time. If I don't read the contents written upon the off-white pages it will get too dark and I will never be able to escape. I take a deep breath that reaches the pit of my stomach, waking the butterflies. My jaw sets and I carry on further into the forest before me. Currently, I'm in the woods that are not far enough from his family home. The curls in my hair have fallen out and now strands have collected leaves and sticks given from the surro...
