Rory has no idea that she's the only thing that's keeping him alive. Generally, revolves around Tristan and Rory and his fascination with death.
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- Prologue -
Sitting at her vanity, she scrutinized the woman staring back at her, noting the pallor of her skin and the new crop of wrinkles that had formed around the contours of her mouth. Instinctively, she reached for her make-up, dabbing on a bit of powder and applying more blush on the apples of her cheeks.
Sighing, still displeased with her appearance, she moved to jewelry, fastening her favorite pearl necklace around her neck. A soft violin solo, extending lazily from an antique record player, danced in the background.
A strand of strawberry blond had come lose from the bun at her neck. Humming in time with the music, she gingerly tucked the stray curl behind her ear. She needed to look flawless for him.
With a final glance in the mirror, she moved to sit on the bed, pulling on her black pumps; they went well with the red dress she was wearing.
Then rising to her feet on the bed, heels sinking into the soft folds of the down mattress, she wound the noose hanging from the ceiling around her neck and stepped off.
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Just a few side notes; both Rory and Tristan are in their final year at Chilton. They grew up together and were inseparable up until high school…you'll learn why as the story progresses. You'll also learn whom the prologue speaks of and why she killed her self.
And on that cheery note, I leave you to the rest of the story.
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