KILLER | MP ✓

cinquantadue

"that was elora?!"

━ elora

i was in my room, sitting at my vanity table. i picked up a makeup brush and brushed it across my cheek. i then looked at myself in the massive mirror and smiled. i grabbed a lipgloss and spread it on my lips.

i then stood up and sprayed a bit of perfume on myself and looked in the long mirror.

the dress i was wearing was beautiful. i turned my head over to my night table that had a white box on it. i grabbed it and took the lid off and inside revealed a white mask.

i picked it up and put it on my face. i then made my way downstairs and saw papa standing by the front door.

"you look amazing, sweetheart." he smiled and i smiled back.

"thanks papa." i walk over to him and take a white cardigan off of the hook and put it on. "i told miguel that we'd pick him up."

papa nods and we make our way to the car. we get in and he begins driving. "i'm pretty sure it should be the guy picking the girl up?"

i chuckled and shook my head. "unless you want miguel to see all of the soldiers we have standing outside with guns then fine by me." i shrug and papa glances at me and then back at the road.

"which ones his street?" he asked, changing the subject.

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when we finally arrived at the ball there was a lot of cars. miguel quickly got out of the car and ran around the side to open my door.

i thank him and we link our arms as my father leads us to the entrance. we walk in and i feel miguel's grip tighten on my arm. we look around and see multiple people.

some were huddled in groups talking and laughing, others were at the bar drinking and a few were dancing on the dance floor.

the blazing lights the shone dark blue shone into our faces. i looked around and someone catches my eye.

the six foot , one, italian male stood a couple feet away from me with his arm wrapped and a girls waist.

for some reason it made my heart break. i felt a pit at the bottom of my stomach. it made me want to walk over there and just kiss him to prove that he is mine but i couldn't. he left me to die. i couldn't show him that i was still in love with him.

i looked at miguel and smiled and we began walking to the bar but as i walked mattia and i' eyes made contact. i felt my breathing hitch and i quickly looked away and down at my feet.

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earlier that day.

━ mattia

"mattia?" i heard gia's voice ask as she knocked on my bedroom door.

i groan and sit up. "what do you want?" i harshly ask and i hear her sigh.

"can i come in?"

"no!" i yell and lay back down but fell the sudden urge to throw up. i quickly threw the blankets off of me and ran into my bathroom where i puked my guts up.

i heard the bedroom door open and i heard a pair of footsteps make their way into the bathroom.

"shh." gia hushed as she rubbed my back up and down. i flushed the toilet and stood up where i then brushed my teeth.

once i finished i fell back down to the floor and brought my feet up to my chest and began letting tears fall.

gia sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me in for a hug.

"it's okay.." she reassured but i shook my head.

"no it's not.. t-the love of my life h-hates me." i whimpered.

gia sighed and made her grip tighter. "listen, i think elora's going to the ball tonight. if you go then you could talk to her and and explain to her that we— you didn't leave her for dead."

i pulled my head out of my hands and looked up at her and nodded. "t-thanks, gia.. i-it means a lot."

"no problem but there's one thing.."

"what?" i ask and she huffs.

"you'll need to find someone to take."

i nod and shrug and then stand up. "i'll just take hannah. she's my soldier after all."

"is she though, mattia?" gia said and stood up. "i mean, after the way you've been treating her it sure doesn't seem like it. mattia, you treat her like a piece of shit."

"yeah and that's because she doesn't do her job right," i throw my hands in the air and walk into my bedroom. "she didn't stop elora from breaking in-"

"that was elora?!" she gasps and almost yells.

"what? what're you on about?" i awkwardly ask. shit.

"you just said elora-"

"so what! yes! it was elora who did it! and hannah didn't stop her! now go get her!" i demand and she nods then leaves.

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"so i'm going to the ball with you?" hannah raises a brow and i nod.

"that's what i just said."

she sighs and nods. "but what am i going to wear?"

i huff and rub my forehead. "on of my good soldiers will take you shopping. now go. go buy a dress."

she nods and quickly stands up then leaves.

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━ elora

"here's your drink." miguel smiles and put a glass of lemonade in front of me. "hello? elora?" miguel waves his hand in my face and i quickly shake my head and blink a couple times.

"what? oh— thanks." i nod and take a sip.

"what were you looking at?" he asks and i shrug, but miguel looks in the direction i was looking in and he saw mattia and a girl slow dancing.

he sighed and nodded. "hey, how about we go and dance." he grinned and he'd his hand out for me to take.

a small smile grows on my lips and i take his hand and he takes me to the dance floor where he twirls me around and i let out a giggle.

he pulls me into his chest and we sway back and forth. "i'm happy you're my bestfriend." he mumbles and i nod.

"same."

"and switch partners!" the man who was playing the music yelled and everyone did so.

i spun around and i felt a pair of familiar, warm comforting hands wrap around my waist.

i look up and see him. mattia polibio.

yep. that's it. idk what else to say tbh.