Hello again dear people! I know I said I'd be taking a sabbatical until my exams finished in June, but I've had the title for this for ages with no actual plotline- then it came to me and I had to write it before I forgot xD So I thought I'd post it and see if you'd like me to continue sometime?! Please do let me know in the reviews and I hope you all like it :) -Sophie x

(P.S- two exams down, 16 to go! Did great on English Language and RE and I hope any of you with exams are doing well too! Though if you are, get off here and go revise!)

It was the middle of winter when Connie and Rita fell in love. Oh yes, they were both head over heels, madly throwing themselves into a clandestine love affair like none other they'd seen before. However, there was a slight snag. Yes, they had both fallen, fallen with no sign of stopping, only not with each other.

No.

They had fallen in love with death, "the notorious cloaked figure" himself. You see, with winter brought gloomy evenings, dark nights and solitary mornings, all of which the two women spent alone with only the silence for company. There was no-one there, nothing to distract them from their lives, their thoughts, their fears that descended on their minds like vultures with their prey, circling and circling before going in for the kill.

There was no-one, nothing to stop them from the darkness that seemed to penetrate their minds, creeping through their conscience like frost through a window pane, like a disease with intentions to kill, infecting every cell it came across with ruthless efficiency.

Each day was spent the same; wake in the dark, go to work in the dark, leave work in the dark, go home in the dark, think in the dark then finally go to bed in the dark. No matter how many bulbs they used, how many candles they lit or screens they turned on, nothing could rid the women from the blackness that suffocated them each second of each minute of each hour of each day.

And so this is where our story begins. One cold, crisp night on the streets of Holby, where the lampposts flickered and car lights flashed. But none of that could be seen by the brunette walking home with a bag of razors, and the blonde carrying a bag of clinking alcohol bottles.

This is where we lay our first scene, and I hope you will join me as we watch it play out…