✧𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✧
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫"
𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊!! 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: July 11
Powers, weaknesses, and strengths. It's a love story, but this isn't a fairytale.
Violet...
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Violet ~ ~ ~
I look ahead at myself in the mirror.
Disgust. Hideous. Sensitivity. Cry baby.
That's all I see.
My eyes peer down at the tight black shirt with a low neckline that feels like fire against my flesh, slowly tearing me apart and melting me away.
I look at my hidden scar with makeup. Then I look at my long and loose hair. Then my waist that's skinnier than usual.
I finally gaze at my face.
And I suddenly feel nauseous.
It never has appeared to me how much I hate myself until I get moments like these, where I'm alone and vulnerable. Where I feel nothing but utter disgust for myself as I'm forced to endure this body and face I was given.
Where I was forced to be given these flaws.
I look over at the paintbrush in the corner of the room before turning back at the mirror.
I don't feel as if I'm truly looking at myself. I'm not sure who this woman is that I'm peering at.
She's skinny. She has long hair. She has the same hazel eyes.
Though despite these facts, the negatives overcome all of them.
She's tired. A crybaby. She's weak. She's selfish.
She's difficult to love.
And when I realize that the same woman with all these flaws is the one inside of me, I want to vomit. I want to cry as I usually do.
Because I'm not even sure who I am.
Who is this woman I've become? Why have I became her, gotten myself so mixed up with her that I've almost completely transformed?
I've lost myself.
A soft knock on my door interrupts my thoughts.
I tiredly move my sore muscles, moseying over to the door. When I open it and see Noah peering back at me, a hint of happiness swells up in my heart.
"Morning," he yawns, holding out a cup of coffee right in front of my chest. "I got you coffee."
I can't help but smile, my dull insides lighting up with joy as I grasp the coffee from his hand. "Thank you!" I say, taking a small sip.
