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(🌷) → mavis santos wasn't the type of pretty that made you stop and stare. she wasn't the type of smart that awed ivy league schools. she wasn't the type of girl that made you want to be around. she wasn't the type of girl that became someone...
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☆*°DAYLIGHT °*☆ ʃ "chaffing" ƪ CHAPTER 16
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(🌷) sleep.
that's all she's ever wanted.
but no.
her pillow decides to be warm on both sides, her body's hot and cold at the same time, and her shirt feels uncomfortable as it snags in between the sheets. meanwhile, nick's having the time of his life, little snuffles escaping him as he's sound asleep.
she's jealous.
she lets out a small huff and rolls over for the three-hundredth time, facing the wall.
everytime she closes her eyes, chris' face haunts her mind. he looked so sad when she pulled away from him. so upset. but right as she went to reach for that thought, another face piled on top of his.
drew taunts her with his words when she even gets slightly close to a possibility of loving someone else.
'you think anyone will ever want a piece of shit like you?'
thud.
'look at you. you're fucking worthless.'
thud.
'you might be pretty but you can't do anything. you can't BE anything.'
thud.
'you're never going to find love again. i never loved you in the first place.'
