𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

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“She did what now?” Zoralie asked in a tone of confiusion, deep inside she was crying, her inside's were twisting, she wanned to puke but couldn't when Tom and Victor kept speaking.
“Yeah, were sorry for telling you..we know you loved ’her‘ to death”
Zoralie just smiled a little and replied.: “Don't ever appologise for telling me something that i deserved to know, its not your fault” then hang up.

Day's passed, week's even month's and she wasn't over it, she grabbed a trash bag and started trowing thing's away: necklace, ring, photo, drawing's and even clothes.
She knew Edmond was a liar but not that much, they loved echoder, why did he trew it away like that? Yes sure it was a long distance relationship/online dating but so what.

She cried day's/night's never even trued to calm because couldn't.

Few day's later the school started, she started going through the empty hallways again, every day over and over again until friday evening and then back there for 5 day's.

So one wednesday after school she took her headphone's and walked by the tree's of the local forest, sheet music of the song's we're going from one of her ear to the other one through her brain making her imagine scenarios of the gory thing's she wanned to do to Morgan for what she did to her. She sat by the local oak tree, leaning agance it like it was some kind of wall, grabbed the water paint and painted the beautiful spring nature around her, the colours of pink, green, white and blue we're dancing on her canvas like children playing tag, she smiled for herself and continue drawing.

It was late in the night when she got back home from the drawing time she has every Wednesday.
The star's were glistering like light's in her ocean blue eye's as she walked by a lake with sleeping swans and their little babies.
‘Maybe i will be loved by people like swans are’ she wondered for herself putting a jacket on

She arrived home, seeing everyone asleep made her feel a slight guilt that she didn't even got to say goodnight to anyone, she made a pasta salat for diner and took a book, she sat to the table holding her graphic novel in one hand, eating her salat in the other. She indeed had loved the novel she read but in was slightly different like it was changed, re-written or maybe just 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆.