❋ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 ❋
Ander Muñoz wandered off too far one drunken night. And stumbled upon Reina Velásquez, a raven-haired mystery who goes to a rival school. From then on, competitivene...
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Reina kicked off her shoes before stepping into the lake house, her feet gently slapping against the cool herringbone floor.
It's just me and the darkness. Nothing else in here. But it's fine.
She crossed the living room and made her way to the patio situated at the back of the house.
The patio led down to the water's edge, and the silver glint of the lake always had a calming effect on Reina.
That, and the stash of premium whisky that was kept in the outdoor kitchen at the patio.
Okay, now it's just me, the darkness and a glass of Scotch. It's better than fine now.
Reina sat on a wicker lounge chair lazily, taking generous and frequent sips of her drink.
All too soon, her glass was empty.
As she was reaching out to the coffee table to grab a refill, something crackled on the chair. She looked down and saw flashes of silver and pink.
And knew immediately what it was.
Her fingers lifted up a makeshift tinsel crown - glinting gently in all its silver and pink glory.
The crown was given to her by Ander on the night of the lake house party.
She remembered how he was chortling as he tenderly placed the crown on her head.
"Now you truly look like a princess," he had teased her.
"Thank you, kind jester. Are you going to do a performance now to entertain all of us?" she teased right back.
She recalled the lightness in her heart; endless joy fluttering in her chest. Wanting to freeze this simple moment forever. With Ander.
And now it had become nothing but a sweet, intangible memory. Nothing that she could grasp with her hands. Nothing that could keep her warm on this solitary night.
Reina didn't expect it, but this was apparently the last straw. The final, swift kick that pushed her off the emotional cliff.
Before she knew it, her eyes had grown misty. A second later, tears were cascading down her cheeks.
Reina couldn't remember the last time she cried.
She felt ugly. She felt pathetic. She felt defeated.
And most of all, she felt physically in pain.
As if someone had literally ripped her heart out.
It doesn't matter. What good is my heart anyway right now? It used to beat for Ander. Only him. But he doesn't want it. So now, it no longer has a purpose.
Reina swiped at her wet cheeks in frustration, unable to stop the flow of her tears.
