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Sorry ya'll I have no more motivation to finish this :') i was gna delete it cause i didn't like the way the story was going but that's too cruel 💔
✎ Y/n hates Wriothesley with every fibre of her being..until she doesn't. She hates h...
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—"SO essentially my mother killed my father because of me", she concluded casually. "Did my story inspire you to leave yet?".
Wriothesley easily understood the deeper meaning. She thought she had to be the best because her mother killed for her dreams to come to fruition. It was her fault her mother had to do that so the least she could do was make her proud and prove she wasn't a failure as her father had said.
What he didn't decipher was that she felt as though developing feelings for him would be like betraying her cause.
She was hoping her story would make him leave her alone, after all it had worked multiple times whenever people whom she had no interest in were pestering her, claiming she was too much.
"Inspire me to leave? If anything, I'm more interested now", Wriothesley scoffed a laugh.
Y/n sighed as her eyes began to close on her. "You just had to be different didn't you...normal people run away when they hear about family drama and murder", her words were slow, evidently she was falling asleep.
"Lucky for you I'm far from normal since I murdered my own parents", he added nonchalantly.
Y/n let out a laugh, half believing him, half convinced he was lying. "You'll have to tell me more later".
And with that, she dozed off. Wriothesley threw his head back and stretched his arms out. It really was like looking after a child but at least she would be quiet for a few hours.
Wriothesley observed her. For someone who was always snarky, she appeared almost harmless asleep. Her face wasn't contorted into her usual scowl, and she wasn't chipping away at his confidence with her words. Her features were soft and untarnished much like her breathing. He smiled at the contrast .
He knew her prickly exterior was a defense mechanism, a way to keep people, or maybe just him, at arm's length. She had this whole fierce, untouchable thing going on, but when she wasn't putting up walls, she was actually kind of adorable.
