" you liked the snow "
" i liked a lot of things "
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ,
SOFIA FLORENCE WELKING ,
the new rising icon of the fashion
industry is invited to make the
percy jackson series's new costumes.
but as a sudden familiar face re-e...
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Walker Scobell real life | chapter 02
" should i be quiet ? uh, c'mon be silent, uh you know i'm tryin' , so don't say nothing "
silence.
you see, there's this strange odd thing about silence. even when no sound is made , everything's pretty clear. because actions speak louder than words.
the silence in the room is suffocating sofia , in a sense that she wants to pull her hair and rip her eyes out.
but no , it's not her eyes that she wants to rip out.
it's his.
the blonde curly haired boy with blue eyes that are piercing through her.
those are the pair of eyes she wants to rip out. that piercing stare , the one she loathes the most.
the ones that betrayed her all those years ago.
she was the one that broke eye contact though , trying her best to muster up her best poker face.
to hide the look of anger. the look of pain.
" you guys should go now , i have uh, work to do " sofia said , turning away from the four of them , sitting down in crisscrosses and picking up the fabric she had been cutting earlier.
" yeah, good luck with that, " leah replied. she ushered aryan and d!or out and left the door slightly open , not closing it fully.
walker didn't budge.
he just stood there.
his expression was the replicate of hers when she heard his voice. like he had just seen a ghost. he did.
but she wasn't his ghost , though. he was looking at an unfamiliar person , someone who didn't have the warmth and energy of the girl he once knew. he didn't know her , at least not this version of her , the one that's trying to ignore his presence.
similar to looking at a ghost , he felt the ice in her presence. he felt scared.
he always felt a lot of things around her when they were young. but this cold , unloving feeling was new.
he found himself unable to form words , like his mouth was betraying him at this exact moment.
her hair had grown darker and straighter. he remembered her hair. it was a lighter shade of brown and had slight curls at the ends.
he remembered.
he wanted to reach out to touch her hair , ask her why she straightened it. ask her why it looked so dull now.
