voided - hello charlotte x oc novel pmv

also for the mwgm rp.
i oughta make for hc fanworks
Sol had taken the time, the time and dedication to really learn and understand the opal-white girl whom carried beauty in her every stride and from the furled locks of her hair to the hems of her skirt.
A flower she resembled. That of ashen, wilted orchids and toxic lilies of the valley. Gorgeous at every angle and in every way no matter, save her bitter attitude which dripped venom and blazed hellfire.
She had a soft core. He knew that. She had exceptions which she buried well beneath what she put up against the mindless drones of which roamed her world.
Merciless as a polar bear, but as stunning as one, she was. A walking, beautiful savage, a scourge on the name of her timeline but she was too.. mesmerizing to take in. He couldn’t help himself. It was the least bit of curiosity it took for him to try to understand and to be intrigued.
Then came the day he took her to a reality where anything could be possible, after effortless weeks of compassion, and understanding, and bonding. He managed to bore through her thick wires and studded shell. There he found grace.
The woman’s name was Charlotte Wiltshire, unit Q84, a fascinating anomaly in her alien-abnormal world.
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They sat together at the white-angelic bench which she created, in a voided space of static, still whites and comforting silence with a background of unease. She must’ve realized how he would have smote for her up until then, because now she looked oddly comfortable, and she had succumbed to the inevitable bond long before. It had always been … uneven to say the least.
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“Charlotte..” he whispered, his fingers twining between hers. He felt her tense and his ears strained to further study the stiffening rapidness of her breath.
His own heart thundered a veiny trickle of fear through him. Perhaps now they shared the same pulse, the same churning emotions.
“I love your hair. I know I always say this,” he whispered darkly, his eyes averted to the floor where their feet sat. He loved how her pale tresses of hair locked into swiveled pigtails. She was so endearing and so beautiful … how could he stop admiring it?
“Yes, thank you..” a gutturally squeaky reply came from her, mangled from spit lodged within her throat. He had never seen her all that modest. Usually she would have spat back at him crossly.
His stomach fell into darkness, as if his feet had skipped past an entire flight of stairs.
“I love you,” he blurted.
“I do too…”
There was a pause which came before that. They had exchanged those words many times prior, but had they ever been true?
He felt as if she did somewhat care for him. But perhaps the relationship he asked of her wouldn’t ever work out. They weren’t for romance. She wasn’t. It downed him a little.
Because he loved her a lot. He figured he would have …
Before he took the time to realize, Charlotte stood to her feet and walked away. Off to stray and manifest whatever new may come to her mind. He barely looked up.
He felt a hot heap of dread and shaming misery pour over him.
He felt as if it would never leave.
Yet his heart soared in deep reverence for her, yet he betrayed his morals.

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I just finished chapter 2 and it was cool

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want me to buy you chapter 3?

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also so do check out the other two routes, which ending did u get?

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​@@cowpokebasilI got the sleeping god ending, but the others were very cool

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