A broken heart, that's what Dorothea has.
She hides her sadness, a smile on her face, bright laughter and happiness surround her in public.
But he can see right through that.
Will he avoid her like the plague, or will he help her?
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"No one wanted to play with me as a little kid. So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since."
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THE SOUND OF TAYLOR SWIFT blasted through my apartment as I heard keys jingle. I was of course singing.
Taylor seemed to understand me in a way that I couldn't quite understand; but she understood me. I mean, I say that as if I know her. Which, I don't. But it feels like I do.
Mastermind played on my record player as I heard my door open.
"Hey George!" I called out. As I sat at my piano. "Im offended." I heard a Monegasque-French accent from behind me. " "Charles?!" I tilted my head as I quickly shut the lid of my piano and put on my hoodie. "You know George told me, right? About that.. about it all." He gestured towards my arms, and my head as I frantically pulled on the jumper. "He promised he wouldn't! He said he-" I panicked.
It's not that I didn't want him to know. Truly, I did want him to know. But then again... it felt embarrassing. I felt guilt. So I shut down, ignoring every word he said. Everything he did, i pretended that I wasn't there.
"Dorothea. Let me in."
"I want to... Charles I want to." I bit back my tears.
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"You can start with letting those tears out Thea. Can you do that for me?" I nodded, as he stood in-front of me and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't even need to try and cry. It just happened. And I liked it? But I felt so weird doing it at the same time. He picked me up and we sat on the sofa.
"You know.. Last time I saw you, you were 14." He brushes my head behind my ears and I sniffled. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on."
I tilted my head at that, confused. "I still do."
"What." That's all that came out my mouth.
"Don't make me repeat myself 'T' please?" I look back up at him, he called me the nickname. Our nickname. He was C, I was T. And he remembered. Nobody would understand the 'T' because my name was Dorothea. Except my friend who called me 'Thea.' Which is why I loved it so much.
"Charles you haven't seen me after everything." I whispered quietly.
"Then I want to, because I know you'll be even prettier without that big jumper on, yeah?"
"Yeah..."
A/N: I'm going to write a lot of shorter chaps, but comment here if you want any longer ones and what length would you want them! 🤍
