Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Meliroism: - the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.
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Leonora POV
I close the door of the meeting room behind me, heaving a sigh of relief now that everyone's eyes are off me. Making my way down the stairs I follow the instructions that Nikolai gave me, turning right where I see some black doors, standing out starkly against the white of the walls.
Opening the door I peak my head in cautiously, smiling when I see some other doors leading to the bathroom. Grey tiles on the floor and walls shine against the lights. Entering I close the door and lock it behind me, moving over to the toilet to do my business.
Once I finished I make my way over to the mirror, grimacing at the messy birds nest on top of my head, the ends completely tangled. How Nikolai isn't disgusted with me I have no clue. I blush slightly noticing his suit jacket on me. How am I only noticing this now? It practically falls down to my knees that's how big it is.
I brush my hands through my hair, hoping to tame it slightly. I think that's as good as we're going to get really. My hair is wavy, it'll just turn frizzy if I brush it out too much.
Unlocking the lock on the bathroom door I step out immediately bumping into someone as I round the corner. My soft body hitting something hard. The only reason I know it's a person is due to the hands that come to steady me around my arms. I start to panic knowing I'm in some strangers arms right now.
Slowly looking up I let my eyes trail over the large form of a man, standing in a dark black suit and shirt in front of me. My breath getting stuck in my throat when I see familiar green eyes and black hair staring into mine, a slightly older face which I recognise from the images that flash in my mind.
Images rapidly come forth in my brain.
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I try to go to sleep but my body refrains. My eyes staring up at the dark ceiling above me, the little glow in the dark stars glowing lightly. I haven't been able to fall asleep for what seems forever now. Who knows how long I've been staring at the small stars on my ceiling.
Sighing I get out of bed, my feet hitting the cold wooden floor. Picking up my pink princess blanket I wrap it around my tiny body before stepping out of my bedroom. I stop in the hallway staring down the dark hallway. It's so quiet. I take small quiet steps, trying not to wake anyone as I find my papa's bedroom.
Knocking on the door lightly, I open it. Wandering into the dark room. I notice my father in bed still sleeping, I immediately feel guilty for potentially waking him up.
My little feet pad across the floor lightly, before I try to climb onto the bed. My little arms and legs trying to pull myself up. I fall onto the floor a little oomph escaping me when I fail to climb onto the bed. Why is it so high up? I whine slightly, my body laying on the cold wooden floor.
