*Part 11* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings

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Kay guys! Big news! By Monday, I will have a new title for this since the working one does not fit at all. I’ll let you know in the next post what it is so you don’t fear out and be all confused and what not. 

Yea, I’m aware this is a few days early. Yes, I have a reason. I’m going to be on vacation for a few days over the weekend and wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to post friday. So you’re welcome! Please enjoy this next part!

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If you’re new, you find each part listed below. Feel free to catch up and enjoy the rest of the story as they come out. Also, if you have already read these, it never hurts to re-read now does it? 

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

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I sat against the door for a while. My arms around my head. Angry tears leaking onto my jeans, creating little lakes in the denim. My shoulders shaking. I wasn’t crying for him, I told myself. I was crying because I knew I was an idiot for falling for him. When all I knew was his name. I fell for a stranger. And I was pissed.

I cried for a while. Hot angry tears that kept coming from who knows where. After a while though, whatever hidden reservoir they came from emptied and I got up from my spot. My back ached and my nose was running. I blew my nose on a paper towel and went into the bathroom to look at myself.

My eyes were red and puffy, my cheeks wet, my hair plastered to my face. I washed my face and dried myself. I sat on the bathroom counter for a moment, I needed something to do. Something to think about. Besides him. If I thought about him, I would break again. I hear my mother come in. She calls out a greeting but I don’t answer. I just wiped my nose and rinsed off my face.

“Honey!” My mom yelled, her gentle voice a song. “Are you home?”

I didn’t answer. I just opened the door slightly and walked out to the hall. I stepped lightly on my toes and started to walk out the front day.

“Persephone!” My mother called out. She sounded excited about something.

“Mom, I have to go!” I started to leave again, but she stopped me.

“I’m making your favorite for dinner, be back in time?” Her eyes were wide and open. And so, so excited. I nodded slowly.

“Yea, yea I’ll be here, what time?” I smiled, plastering it on painfully. There was a gaping hole in my chest and I was covering it up with a band-aid.

“Around seven, it’s going to take a while to make,” Her smile was so big and genuine, I tried to match and nod.

“I’ll be there, for sure,” I grabbed my sweater and slipped out the door, leaving her there smiling. I went into the woods. I knew exactly where I wanted to go.  But I didn’t know how to get there.

I entered the thick of the forest. Something was different about it, something was off. And not off in the way it used to be, off in a different way. I pauses and stares for a few minutes. Oh… oh. It was like a regular forest. It’s pretty but not too pretty. The sun shined through the trees but not to the point where it’s painful to look at. It’s dulled. Drastically. I kept walking, hoping that the place I was going to hasn’t disappeared.

After an eternity, I found it. I found the gaping hole. The hole that led to Erlik, that had to lead to him. Because if it didn’t, I didn’t know where else to find him. It was funny. I came out here to stop thinking about him but… I was now here to find him. To talk to him.

I felt the pull almost immediately. The steady hum of promise causing me to creep towards the edge. I curled my hands into fist, my nails pressing into my palms. I had to jump.

If I jump I could find him.

If I jump I could say sorry.

I could be with him.

I took a huge breath. And I stepped off the edge, letting myself succumb to the darkness.

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*Part Nine* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings

Dude. We’re almost at part ten… That’s insane. I’m almost done writing the whole thing and you guys are going to love it. Hopefully. Anyway, please enjoy. And if you’re new, you can catch up by reading parts, onetwothreefourfivesixseven, and eight. Comment below if you can, I really appreciate it!! 


I tried to follow him. That day when he disappeared. But I wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t able to find him. He seemed so scared when he left, his face had gone completely white. And it wasn’t just because of how pale he was. It was because he was scared. I had been scared too, but I’m not sure why.

We had been sitting in the roots of that tree for so long and he had left right when I had asked the question. The question that was eating me alive. Where are you from? What did they do to you there? Why are you so scared? Should I be scared of you?

I had almost reached for his hand. I had almost laced our fingers together as he wove his through the grass. But I didn’t and now I’m regretting it. Maybe if I had just held him there for a little longer, he would’ve stayed. Maybe he would’ve answered my questions. I should’ve just held his callused and scarred hands. If I had held him there, he would’ve stayed.

But I didn’t and now he’s gone. He’s probably going to be gone for a while. Like last time. No use looking for him. I start walking home, the clouds roll with thunder, reflecting my mood. I bite my lip and try to calm my heart. It’s beating wildly, still recovering from when I saw Erlik last. Every time I saw him, it took a while for my heart to recover.

By the time I got home, it was almost dark. My mother greeted me with a tight hug. I didn’t hug her back, I don’t understand why she holds me so tight. I haven’t been gone long.

“Peresphone,” She murmured hugging me tighter, “Where have you been?”

“Just around mama,” I sighed, she was still hugging. Her arms wrapped around me like serpents and her breath in my ear, “Don’t worry, I haven’t been getting into trouble.”

“I’ve heard rumors about a boy, is this true?” She pulled out of the hug and held me at arm’s length, her green eyes holding mine.

“I’m sure there’s a boy somewhere in this town mama, there’s probably a lot more than one,” I shrugged, her fingers clenched around my shoulders. She wanted straight answers, no jokes.

“But is there one you’ve been spending time with?” She asked, a golden eye brow arched. The fine hairs match her waist length locks.

“Yea,” I said very plainly. I knew what’s coming next, might as well get it over with.

“You know I don’t want you making stupid mistakes?” Her voice is soft and rhythmic. I wished so much that I was seven again and she was whispering lullabies that made no sense in my ear. Not telling me how to live.

“Yes mama,” I nodded, just to play along. I knew the next line.

“And you know boys are usually stupid mistakes?”


“Okay, I want you to be careful. No stupid mistakes.” She said, her voice firm and solid.

“No stupid mistakes.” I said, turning to go to my room.

“So no boy.” She added, “Please, don’t talk to the boy.”

“No.” I said. My voice came out harsh, “I will still talk to him. But I won’t make any stupid mistakes.”

“Persehpone…” Her voice is warning me.

“It’ll be fine mama. I don’t think he’s coming back anyway.” And I truly didn’t. I thought he was gone. I thought I had pushed it too far with asking him about his past, that I had driven him away.

*Part Eight* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings

Hey guys! Sorry I missed Friday’s post but I was crazy busy school and what not. I hope you guys had a wonderful weekend!! 

If you haven’t read any of the other parts, please read parts, onetwothreefourfivesix and seven

Please enjoy and comment below on your thoughts!!

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“So,” She asked, running a finger through her hair, it caught on a tangle. She teared  through it, making me wince. Doesn’t that hurt?

“So what?” I repeated, watching her hair closely. Gosh, it was gorgeous. Varying hues and lengths and millions of petals in it. Small braids were nestled in the long locks, gentle waves consistent until the very end, where it was straight. It caught the sunlight so perfectly that I almost didn’t mind sitting in the forest.

She had asked to come here instead the coffee shop, said she had gotten bored of people watching. I had agreed, but it had been reluctant. I hated beginning so close to the opening. It was an ugly reminder. An ugly reminder of what I hadn’t quite escaped. Wet I never would escape.

“So, you never told me where you’re from,” She shrugged, she tore through another knot and I winced again.

“Why would today be any different?” I asked, studying the sky. There were large clouds in the sky, framing small pieces of blue that looked like sapphire jewels. The clouds were dark and brooding, looming over us with a promise. A promise that made the hair on my arms stand on end.

“Cause we’re not in the coffee shop,” she teared more aggressively through her hair as she talked. “And I don’t know… You know me now. Like really well. And I want to know you. So I think it’s only fair.”

“I can’t tell you,” I mumbled, my fingers buried themselves in the long grass. The blades tickled my knuckles. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Can’t or won’t Erlik?” She leaned against the tree, her small frame pushed in-between the roots. I watched her for a few seconds longer than I should’ve. She was a goddess. It was that simple. I could stare at her profile for hours. The reason I didn’t let her see my notes was because half of them were sketches or sentences about her. Well, one of the reasons. About her lips and how they had teeth imprints on them because she bit them when she was feeling the least bit confused or nervous. About the freckles on her upper arm. About the veins on her hands. About every detail I could capture. I wrote them because I knew. I knew that I would have to go back soon and I wouldn’t have her at all. Just her memory.

“Aren’t they the same thing?” I asked. She shook her head.

“No, they’re-“

A single howl cut her off. A bone chilling howl that made my hands reach up for my ears. I took a deep breath and got up.

“I have to go.” I said suddenly. She looked at me with a scowl.

“Just cause we’re talking about something you don’t like-“ A second howl cut her off. I shuddered. Didn’t she hear them?

“I really have to go,” I mumbled. I walked away faster, my collar up around my ears, hand in pockets. I start running, I had to get away from her before-

The third howl rang throughout the trees. I looked behind me and my breath left me when I realized I was hidden from view. The pull at the back of my neck yanks my spine hard. And I know I’m gone again. I know I’m over there.

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*Part Seven* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings

Guys, I’m almost done writing this. I think you’re gonna love it. If not, I’ll get over it I guess. Please enjoy!

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Please read these if you haven’t yet: 







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Many days were spent in the coffee shop. People were starting to talk about us, what we did in that corner. I don’t think they ever guessed correctly.  She would point out someone. I would explain them, what they were up to, how it was different from what I knew. Never explaining where I had learned first. Then, we would both take notes. She would show hers to me but mine always stayed on my side of the table, hidden by my arm. She always was annoyed by this, but never said anything.

I slipped many times. Almost giving my secret away. Almost ruining everything. One time she actually caught me, called me out on it. We had been sitting in the same corner table. She had just drawn some absurd sketch of the man sitting at the table next to the door. It had made us both laugh. Then I almost went and ruined it.

“I haven’t heard you laugh in a long… Actually, have you ever laughed?” She asked, sipping on her iced tea.

“In my country, we don’t laugh,” I put on a thick unidentifiable accent, the way I had heard others do it. For some reason, people loved these kinds of jokes.

“Oh my gosh, that was actually funny,” She was giggling and wiping under her eyes with her pinkies. She cried from laughing so hard very easily.

“Look,” I pointed to the man who had just came in. He was tall, dressed in a suit and checking his watch.

“He looks normal to me,” She shrugged, her slender shoulders sprinkled with freckles, like her cheeks.

“That’s your mistake,” I murmured, “You assume to quickly.”

“Whatever, I’m not good at this,” She rolled her eyes, “Tell me what I missed.”

“Everything?” I scoffed, “Um, he’s not a good man.”

“How can you tell that?” She asked, cocking her head. “He’s been in here for a couple of seconds.”

“I just can,” I shrugged. I didn’t tell her that I could just sense it. That I was made to sense it. That I was a deciding factor when it came to the end. I didn’t tell her any of these things because then I would have to explain everything else. And then she wouldn’t talk to me ever again. I would her need her to talk to me if I want her to stay in the end.

“I bet, you’ve been lying to be this whole time,” Her voice was only halfway joking. She was annoyed. I think she was being

“Maybe I have,” I wrote a note on my paper, a name, date and cause. She leans over to look and I hide it with my hand.

“Ugh, you’re insufferable,” She sets her elbows on the table and leans on her hands in an overly dramatic way.

“At least I’m not annoying,” I glanced at her, her profile outlined by the setting sun. Her eyes flicked to the window and frowned.

“I have to go,” She gets up, her chair dragging along the white tiles.

“Look, I’m sorry…” I start, my brain throws cuss words at itself, “I didn’t mean-“

“No it’s fine, it’s whatever. It’s just my mom is gonna kill me if I don’t get home by dark.” She smiled weakly, “Bye Erlik.”

“Bye,” I offered a small smirk in return and watched her leave. Her silhouette contrasting with the golden rays of a star.

*Part Six* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and WritingsPARRRRRTTTT SIXXXXX YAYAYAY!!!! ENTUSASM AND STUFF. Apparently it makes people want to read your blog. I don’t know, I’m trying here I swear. Anywayyyyyyyy let’s get a move on and I hope you like this next part!

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Here’s all the other parts if you haven’t read them yet. 

*Part One*

*Part Two*

*Part Three*

*Part Four*

*Part Five*

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I didn’t have many friends in my town. Sure, I was well liked by most everyone and everyone was friendly with me. But I didn’t have anyone to sharemy secrets to or giggle about things that no one else understood. I had never truly wanted it until I had met Erlik. He made me crave something I had never considered before. He made me crave friendship. Or, maybe it was something else I was craving. I didn’t want to name that other thing quite yet.

I hadn’t seen him since that day in the woods. But I hadn’t really been looking for him. I was satisfied upon seeing him a second time. I did want to see him, but not as desperately as before. I wanted to stumble upon him, I was going to let it be natural.

And it was. I had walked into the coffee shop again, and there he had been, sitting in the corner has he had been the first time I saw him. A smile had stumbled across my lips the second I saw him. He smirked back, just barely. I waved as I grabbed my coffee and walked over to him.

“Hi,” I breathe, my hands wrapped tightly around the hot drink.

“Hey,” His voice was soft and rich and I wanted to record it, to save for later.

“What are you doing?” I ask. He had a pile of papers with vague sketches and notes all over them. His fingers were stained with ink.

“Watching,” He murmured, his voice even softer.

“For what?” I matched his tone, in a mocking way.

“Just watching,” He shrugged.

“And the notes?” I asked, my fingers starting to wander towards them. He moved them farther away from me. His lip twitched.

“Not for you to see,” He says, very bluntly.

“Ok… then, tell me why are you watching?” My eyes held his stare, his eyes swallowing my entire mind. I only looked away when he started talking, my gaze moving to his lips.

“I just like watching how you guys interact, it’s very different.” He was straightening the papers as he said this, folding them in half so I couldn’t see what was scribbled on them.

“You guys?” I scoff, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Sorry, I just uh,” he shook his head, he seemed to be reaching for something to say, “I’m from out of the country so… You guys just act different from what I’m used, I guess.”

“Out of the country huh?” I nodded, my bottom lip sticking out a little. “Where are you from?”

“Doesn’t matter,” He mumbled. The question had a strange affect on him. Once the words had parted with my lips, his shoulders hunched and his fingers traveled to the back of his neck. He rubbed his hair-line and pulled the collar of his a jacket further up his neck. I just watched, teeth biting my lip. He glanced over at me.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, eyes completely calm, except for a spot in the middle. Where fear reigned.

“Just watching…” I whispered, thoroughly interested in his reaction. Where was he from? Why was he so scared of it?

*Part Five* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings


This is so late I’m so sorry guys. But here it is and please enjoy!!!

If you’re new, please read parts,



Three, and


Otherwise, this will probably make no sense by itself. Hope you guys like it!!


I had just gotten back. I had started thinking about her again. I hadn’t been thinking about her when I was over there. Well, I had, but in a different way. Over there had a way of making everything seem different and darker. Thinking of her in that place would make her seem much different than she was. She wouldn’t like it over there. At least, I don’t think so, no one liked it over there. But that is where I lived.

I had just gotten back when I had heard her scream. I was still partly over there when I had grabbed her sleeve and pulled her from harm. She turned quickly and her brows rose as she recognized me.

“You?” She panted, her breath still returning to her.

“Let’s not go down there alright?” I said, my voice hushed. I looked around the forest, it felt like something was lurking nearby.

“Where have you been?” She asked. I grabbed her sleeve again and started walking away from the gaping hole of the earth. It’s darkness was leaking from itself and spilling into the forest. It’s intoxicating promise was hanging in the air. I wanted to wave it away, to cut through the thickness of its poison. But I knew that wouldn’t help.

“Been looking for me have you?” I murmured, smirking a little.

“No. Maybe. Well. Yea, maybe I have been.” She huffed, her jaw setting.

“Probably shouldn’t be doing that,” I shrugged, still holding her sleeve as we walked through the forest. My chest felt tight as the trees loomed over me.

“Why not?” She yanks her arm away. She looks offended, or maybe, hurt.

“Because it’s not safe to be looking for me,” We were almost to the end of the forest but she stopped. She crossed her arms as she raised her nose defiantly.

“You know what?” Her voice was harsh and my upper lip twitched with annoyance.

“What?” I asked, I had stopped too. The forest was definitely growing smaller, compressing itself upon me.

“I thought you were different,” She sighed.

“I thought you were too,” I retorted, a little too sharply. She just stands there for a second, her brow furrowed.

“I thought you wouldn’t be one of those dark and moody guys. I thought you were…” She grasped for the word and didn’t find it. I answered before she could say anything else.

“And I thought you weren’t the kind’ve girl who would get angry about every little thing. I thought you wouldn’t be a petty little…” I just waved the sentence away as I matched her tone and she bit her lip at my words. “First impressions are never correct.”

“Yea well, yours was amazing, I thought you were perfect.” She didn’t look mad anymore, just disappointed.

“Yours was lovely as well,” I shrugged, “I thought you were the…”

I didn’t say anything else, she was walking closer to me. She didn’t need to hear that sentence finished anyway. I had thought she was the answer to my problem. She edged closer and looked up at me. She was barely half a foot away, closer than needed. I could see every freckle that perched upon her sun kissed cheeks. I could see every flower petal had was lost in her long hair.

“Do you think I could make a second impression?” She said softly, thick brows still twisted with confusion, lips in a similar form.

“Sure,” I answered, taking half a step away from her, it’s too close for comfort. “If I’m allowed to do the same?”