*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, it engulfing the presence of the woman in the mirror and suffocating the tiniest bit of golden light that filtered in from the bathroom window. a dark grey shade was left over the side of her face, a penumbra of sorts forming there as a sense of dread filled the woman's body and mind at the thought of everything that seemingly continued to fumble and fall apart in her grasp.
that woman in the reflection was you.
you observed your lifeless eyes, cold and empty, despite the amount of makeup that was delicately painted around them to make them appear more lively. no amount of makeup for that matter could displace the emptiness you have felt over the past few years of being an adult. you couldn't remember the last time a spark had been lit and set ablaze in those apathetic eyes of yours, possibly before everything you had enjoyed and desired hadn't been ripped from your delicate hands.
before your father decided to ultimately ruin your life.
being the daughter of kiyoshi hoshino had it's pros and cons- pros being that you were able to live comfortably and not have to worry about spending a single dime on anything you wanted as long as you abided by the rules. rules that seemingly kept you in chains for majority of your adolescent years and early twenties.
1. don't ruin the hoshino family's reputation.
2. never create a scandal.
3. everything you do must protect and be in the interest of elevating the family.
goddess was it suffocating.
to grow up in a home where everything was curated to the point of perfection, and permeance being the utmost importance in the world of being an heiress to a major business corporation was entirely and utterly revolting. you could never truly be yourself— very few people were given the rare chance to bask in the intricacies that were your true personality. perfected sentences and fake smiles was all you had ever known from the age of four, learning the value of remaining mysterious and unknown to others no matter if they were the press or people who were of a special caliber that you had known.
it was better to remain unheard of— less chances to ruin the family name and reputation.
