˚₊ˑ ༘𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 ₊ˑ༄

chapter 1

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XIBE:
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 . 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. they don't know boundaries, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 we're, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

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JADENS POV

the first time i had ever met up with her . she cried into my arms. she cried cries that i've never heard before. the pain in her was evident. she whept. and held onto me so tightly. all i could do was firmly embrace her. letting her know that i'd never let her go. i looked down at her. my long arms perfectly wrapped around her. my large stature hovering her. she was so pretty, even as she cried. I wiped her tears at each drop, her smudged eyeliner tinting my thumb. her heaving breaths broke my heart, the state she was in was painful.

she detaches from me and begins to apologize.
"i'm so sorry this is so embarrassing" she nervous laughs as she puts herself together, sniffling and wiping her own tears.
"no no, it's okay. i promise it's ok. don't even worry about it" I try to reassure her.

the cool air hit their faces, further filling the void within their chests. emphasizing the depravity of them. their skeletal figures and deep set eyes matched the void they felt inside. something vital was missing.

"i just don't really have anyone to go to." she admits, staring off into space.
i can see a part of her leaves within her, goes off into a different world, one where she feels safe. one where it's not happening.

i know I shouldn't asked,  and maybe i really shouldn't have. but my curiosity got the best of me. she had hinted at trauma before.
"what happened to you?" I examine her face. she seems to get uncomfortable.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to its okay. forget I even asked."

when she told me the whole story i felt like throwing up.
i could see it all over her face that it ruined her.