The Preservatioinist | Whitney Trang

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They called me a cruel monster for what I did. But I know I am the heroine.

 His honey eyes opened to a demonic angel’s face hovering above him.

“NO!” Warm red lips he once used to kiss me with gentle love, turned harsh, cold and blue. Golden hair surrounding his heart shaped face flew into the stars scattered on the darkest of nights. His plump cheeks grew hollow as skin and muscle wasted away.

She left us worse than she found us and I could do nothing.

For beauty gave way to reckless desire and the ultimate price paid.

I double majored in English and Communication at UCSB. You can find me on Twitter @wctwrites.

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