Page 1 of Unhinged Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #2)

Unknown

I watched. Existing somewhere in the veil between life and death. A place where I still felt but could not touch. Where lost souls like mine smudge the boundaries between this life and the next, sitting like unwritten words of poetry. Prose on the tip of one’s quill, waiting to be forged in ink.

I asked myself again, was this really existing at all? Was a place of such solitude worth the immeasurable amount of pain?

Always, the answer is yes .

A breath of air coasting from slightly parted lips broke my thoughts. She slept peacefully, chocolate hair fanned around her, caressing fresh linen. I often wondered, if I could reach out and touch it, what it would feel like. Because over time, memories have faded.

I remembered how my hands once delicately held her soul in mine, in the form of butterfly kisses and timeless whispers.

Memories I could never rid myself of, nor move on from.

Because love is immortal, with infinite lines of fictional boundaries.

Once planted in one’s soul, it has its own heartbeat that breathes only to consume you, giving you everything .

The thought blurred my vision.

I had everything once. I had her .

I dropped my gaze to my youthful palms, just as foreign to me as she was.

She looked familiar, yet a stranger at the same time.

Like the years had shaped her into a modern beauty.

An exquisite existence. I would give anything to brush her silken hair from her shoulders and have one last taste of her crimson lips.

That was why I could not leave.

The shackles around my heart were something I could not break free of.

One day I may escape this leash. One day, my world may crumble.

But these moments will never be lost, never become unhinged from my heart.