1: The Saintess

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❃ Evangeline ❃ 

A long, long time ago, there lived a little girl. 

When she was young, people complimented how she looked like a doll. 

She was shy and happy. 

When she grew older, she still remained as beautiful as a doll. 

She was still shy and happy, but wanted people to look past her appearance. 

However, the pretty doll was then pushed to become an actress by her family. 

Her public image was known as “The Saintess”. 

A saintess can do no wrong. 

She must always remain perfect, even in front of her own family that forced her into this life.

A saintess must always remain humble. 

She could not flaunt her status or her money, and that even meant living in the same small apartment for her whole life. 

Dress modestly, live modestly. 

A saintess must never show her anger. 

Even if she was wronged and hurt, she could never show it. She could never cry and demand an apology or fight for her own right.

A saintess must always show a kind smile. 

Smile, no matter what. 

A saintess always remains pure. 

Love? Dating? Standing next to a man? Out of the question.

What if the saintess was interested in the same gender as hers? 

Blasphemy. 

Yet, the same saintess was now sitting on the window sill, staring out the window as droplets of rain hit against it. The entire house was dark, and only the lights from the houses and speeding cars outside her house illuminated her small house. 

...or to be more specific, it only illuminated the silhouette of her slim figure slouched against the window.

In front of her was a cup of wine, which no one would even dream the famous actress, “The Saintess” would even touch. 

Moreover, she was dressed only in an oversized shirt and her undergarments, and the public would deem it as “dirty” according to the portrayed image of “The Saintess”.

“Cigarettes…ah,” I muttered to myself, standing up as I paused. “Right, I threw those away.” 

After all, I was almost caught once. 

My punishment? Complete isolation from my family. 

It was the worst time of my life. 

Other than my family, I have no one else to talk to me. 

Even if my family was the reason I have ended up like this. 

I settled back down on the window sill, my hand fiddling with the cup of alcohol before I took it and drank it. 

I noticed the red imprint on the glass, a smile adorning my face. 

Red lipstick. 

I could never wear that around anyone except myself alone. 

“I gotta snack on something before the manager gets here,” I sighed, tying my long, black hair into a bun. “So I can at least survive.” 

My manager, or my mother, controls every aspect of my life. 

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