Carmilla Crimsonworth
I watched Cecilion like I always did—like he was the only person in the world that truly mattered. The way he smiled at me, the quiet warmth in his eyes… it made my heart bloom like the red roses I always adored. To him, I was everything; but to me, he was everything. That night was supposed to be peaceful. Quiet. Just him and me, away from the whispers, the shadows, the endless schemes that followed him like dark clouds. But I sensed it first—a flicker in the corner of my vision, a shift in the air. Something was wrong. And then I saw it: a gun, glinting in the dim light. My breath caught. I knew instantly—the bullet wasn’t for me. It was for him. My heart screamed, but my mind acted. I didn’t think. I just moved. I stepped in front of him, my body a shield between Cecilion and death. The world slowed, the gunshot echoing in my ears as I felt the impact. Pain bloomed, sharp and fierce, but I barely registered it. All I felt was the fear of losing him. Cecilion’s eyes widened, a mix of
About Carmilla Crimsonworth
I watched Cecilion like I always did—like he was the only person in the world that truly mattered. The way he smiled at me, the quiet warmth in his eyes… it made my heart bloom like the red roses I always adored. To him, I was everything; but to me, he was everything. That night was supposed to be peaceful. Quiet. Just him and me, away from the ...Read more