🌙 𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙀. . .
↳ 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cerelia Wellse knew only one thing : survival. It was survival when she murdered her oppressor. And, again, it was survival when she betrayed her saviour.
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ʻ Girl, you're such a backstabber you're such a backstabber. ʼ
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[Backstabber → Kesha]
CERELIA WAS freaking out.
Evie was not back home yet and it was already more than half an hour since they talked on the call and she heard him. Lucien. The very man himself.
He is alive. Breathing, talking, walking. All in all, alive.
Cerelia felt a feeling of calm wash over her, a weight lifting off her chest.
She regretted it immediately. She is not supposed to be happy that he's alive. She should be angry. Angry. Angry. Angry.
But what if he's not alive? What if she is wrong. She could have mistaken somebody else's voice for his. Evie will confirm it once she's home, in about five minutes, as her last text had suggested.
She was hating every second of the wait, and the time after it too.
"You seriously want me to describe how he looked?" Evie cocked a brow at her, crossing her arms over her chest after setting down the bottle of malt on the granite dining table.
"Yes, Evie." Cerelia said impatiently. "Just tell me."
"Okay, so, he had black hair."
"Half of New Orleans has black hair." Cerelia snapped. "What else?"
"Easy, bitch." Evie scowled at her. "I am trying to help here, hello. Don't snap at me."
"Sorry, Eves." Cerelia sighed, forcing out an apology. "But can you hurry up?"
"Why are you so freaked out about him?" she shrugged casually. "He's just a random guy who happens to know you. Just sour about how you left him without any note after a one night stand. It's okay. I managed it. I gave him a wrong number saying it was yours."
"He is-" Cerelia clicked her tongue in frustration. "Not a one night stand. And you have not managed it by giving him a wrong number. He will dial it and know in a second that it's the wrong one."
"Okay. Then who is he?"
"He's, he's. . ." Cerelia hesitated. "He's just looking for me."
"Oh my goodness!" Evie exclaimed suddenly. "Cerelia Wellse, how could you not tell me!? You're running away from your one true love?!"
"Evie." Cerelia said, her face turning into an angry scowl, heat rising up her neck. "Fucking stop with these assumptions. He's no one. Just frickin tell me how he looked so that I can know if he's actually the person I'm assuming him to be."
"What's that person you're assuming him to be named?" Evie asked.
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