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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

■𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞■

Falling in love.

That phrase was wrong. Falling in love didn't feel like falling, it felt like tripping over your own two feet and then falling down a spiral staircase that didn't seem to end.

At least, that's what it felt for Vonnie to fall in love. Love is the absolutely best and the terribly worst thing ever a person will ever experience in their lifetime, the rush you feel upon seeing that person or the daily daydreaming of creating a family or home with them, and then the heartbreaking anguish you experience once you notice they won't even look at your direction.

And yet despite all this, Vonnie always will be a complete romantic. Her mind will not stop coming up with idealistic fantasies as her heart beats because and for that person she's enamored with, that feeling of excitement will always never not excite her. The feeling of staring from far away, scared to get her precious little heart broken, scared of the people who would judge her or worse--the girl she loves judging her.

Yep. Vonnie Cinders did in fact fancy girls. It didn't matter if they were short, tall, blonde or a brunette, she didn't have a preference because girls are just fucking amazing. She was young when she realized it, maybe around eight or nine years old, where she felt different towards this other girl in her daycare. They'd play house and naturally she'd pick to play the husband and then kiss the wife as she'd come home from work. Her parents played it off as just kids being kids, but what they don't know won't hurt them anyway.

Vonnie smiled to herself, wriggling around her bed as her sheets crinkled--but then she frowned, realizing she had not written her potions essay that was due this morning, she yawned loudly and got up as strands of her hair fell out of place.

Vonnie loved mornings, she loved waking up and starting a new day. The sun rays gently greeting her in the morning, the warmth she feels, all of it she loved, so it was weird for other people to know that she loved mornings so much. Most people despised waking up, they'd rather sleep all day if they could.

The cold October air blew as Vonnie opened the window, watching the very few students outside from her dorm. She grabbed her parchment, quill and ink and began writing her essay. The scratches of her writing only filled the room while the rest of her roommates slept, except for her sister who was a very light sleeper.

"Ugh.."
Avilla groaned, grabbing a pillow and covering her face with it, "What time is it, Von?"

"Go to sleep Avi, it's still 7am.."

"Why the hell are you up so early?"
Avilla sat up, looking at her sister with furrowed eyebrows and eyes half open.

"I'm just doing my potions essay, forgot to do it before and it's due today so.."
Vonnie glances at Avilla and laughs softly, her wild and messy hair sticking up in different directions and remnants of drool stained the side of her mouth.