Elliott Marshall Morreau

Valentine Elliott Marshall Morreau

Welcome to Coalfields. A Town where everyone fits in. From murderers to rapists to paedophiles. And you. Yes, you. What? You think you're so much different from them? That's what Jack and Lia thought too. After all, what do two high school lovebirds have in common with a place like that?Nothing. Until one of them commits murder. But even then, who am I to Judge? After all, I'm merely an observer in the stars-a spectator. God. So out of all the people in the world, why observe the life of two teenagers? Because it's simple: They're special. One is the greatest high school quarterback in North America who's slept with as many girls as the hairs on his head. The other? A child-like teenager who was abused by her now-dead father. But it wasn't the murder of Lia's father, or the fact that Jack had fallen head over heels for a virgin, that interested me. It was because of the fateful day that Lia looked me dead in the eyes. A mere mortal, looked upon me, God. It was then, for the first time I felt fear. In the reflection of her eyes-the dark figure. A manifestation. An It. Something I hadn't created. And with his cherry red lips, It smiled back.(This is the first part of a two-part story that will conclude in Valentine: Act II)