Aibek669

In this cold world even more frigid than hell, I somehow had enough good karma to find you- my sun.
Having nothing is better than feeling so deeply just to have everything torn from you. So, I will never feel again. I don't deserve to, after all, it is my fault. That was the promise I made to myself that day. The day I finally couldn't deny the blaring truth. Yet, she barged into my life- literally. How could someone be so... her? After all that has happened, shouldn't I not be able to feel anything, let alone emotional attachment to someone? Thats right, all it is is a chemical reaction' She reasoned out. 'Yet those eyes, they would be the death of her one day.' Those sinful lips matched her unholy heart. She was a coward, once bitten twice shy, they say. Maybe uncountable snake bites can leave a poison so rooted into the very marrow of your being, there is no escape. However, a hand reached out and pulled her away, eliminating the poison and shining light once more.
'Loosing both hope and direction in this internal, moonless night, you became my lantern, guiding me along a path that feels forbidden-yet I will always follow like a lost duckling.
The cold walls staring at you, people mocking and sneering at you, even never ceasing nightmares may make for a cold exterior, however, Alora knew it can make the warmest person. The proof was right in front of her. This woman refused to tell her name and never asked for even that much information from her. All the woman said was "you owe me".' Yes, Alora did owe her. She owed her life to her. But with nothing to exchange it with; Somehow, it comforted her, knowing that even a small connection existed between them. This doctor of hers would click her tongue and sigh at her- yet never once laughed at her expense, even going so far as to beat anyone who did. Her stone-cold face revealed as much as the walls, yet Alora could read her like an open book. Those eyes filled with a flame hotter than her demons were so alluring. Even if she would get burnt, so be it. After all, she did owe her doctor, right? 

Teaser:
Not being able to take it any longer, Alora pushed her doctor to the wall. She held the other woman's hand and pushed it alongside her. As Alora's hand slowly went to touch the others cheek, she saw fear. The doctor's eyes began to cloud with unshed tears, her legs began to shake give out, yet never giving a peep. 
All Alora ever saw was a broken version of her doctor, but never this crumbled. Shaken she let her go and turned around to walk away, possibly for good. She'd find another way to repay her.
A low thump was heard, she had to get away from here. Slowly spiraling, her mind became messy. 
Before her mind dove deeper, an unsteady hand reached out. Alora's senses were extremely high even in a scenario like this. 
Taking a deep breath she sighed. How could she leave like this? This cold woman was everything to her.
The hand started to tremble, but before anything could be done, a voice so tiny and fragile said something Alora never expected to hear.


This is a girl's love so be warned. If you're not into it then don't take it out on the book. Honestly, I don't know the direction it will take. It may become full on fantasy, maybe have a tragic ending- I don't know. This story is about healing and protecting each other along with slowly falling in love. It may have 18+ content or just snuggles and innocence. 
//Trigger warning⚠️: Rape, sluercide, murder, other things. I will put another on the chapter if it's more than a mention of it


Please read until chapter 10 before dropping

Warm Light

        "Don't let her get away!"


         Not knowing where to go, she ran. They thought they cornered the arousing woman, but before they could smile fully, she sneered. Jumping onto a roof she ran once more.


        Feeling a chill she laughed. 'A sniper, huh? They really wanna keep me this time.' Covered head to toe in blood, she knew she barely had any time left before collapsing. Where was that doctor? Her father had raved about the man fully covered in black saving his precious son.


       She felt like laughing. Truly an idiot, she berated herself. Is it there? She looked at the apartment building. Feeling murderous intent she threw caution to the wind and jumped. Even if she were to die, anythings better than going back there.


        Barely awake, after falling through the window, she sighed. Her only hope now was the doctor, hopefully he wasn't as lustful as some... she shivered, rather not thinking about it.


        Bleeding out, she felt bad about the occupants of the house. Being frightened to see a dead body in the morning, and either being accused of murder or being murdered. She shouldn't have done it. She should have stayed put rather than share her bad luck with others.


        Before her mind spiraled down the abyss, lights turned on. Normally, she would notice even a sparrows steps, however not this time. Maybe it was that she was too drained to notice. 


        Grasping at her last straws she asked, "The doctor?" Even though she just wanted to sleep for eternity and be done with this world, she still wanted revenge.


        "Depends on who you refer to as a doctor." A reply came. Oddly enough, even though the voice seemed cold, it was soft, sad even. Not nearly as cold as that place. 


         Her head hurt like hell, throbbing to the beat of her heart. Well, at least she knew she was alive; albeit bemused. Tranquilizers and anesthetics stopped working on her yet that stab felt like a needle. 


         "Don't get up." A voice resounded through her still foggy head. The voice seemed so delicate it could be lost to the wind, however it came out clear like a lions roar. Realizing it was the voice that saved her, she slowly opened her eyes.


         The woman was breath taking. Is the hair color real? She wondered before feeling hands pick her up. Her first reaction was to freak out, but upon closer inspection, her savior was so gentle not to touch the stitching or bad bruises. Laying her down on the bed and proping her up with pillows, the woman left.


        To many emotions ran to her. She had so many questions. Why was this lady helping her? She seems so cold yet that seems like a wall, or many walls in this case. Was this the doctor? 


          The woman came back with a bowl and spoon. Sighing, she asked, "You hungry?" Not thinking twice, the runaway nodded. 


         "Didn't I tell you not to move?" The woman in front of her pouted. Oh well, even if it was poison, even if this was a worse hell than before, she wouldn't mind. The pout on that stone-could face may have dazed her a bit, but she snapped out of it quickly. 


         She owed her life to this savior of hers, that's why she wouldn't mind. She controlled her thoughts. Definitely not simping.


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