ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯℴ ℛ𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁ℯ
I walk up the stone stairs up to my favorite place in this school. A black shadow is staring out the tower. Their– her – hands grip the railing ever so slightly, wind playing with her long waves, her black and silver robes swaying with it. Because of her robes, I easily identify who that is. Only Marta Blackford has waist-long, wavy, brown hair and eyes that are shining all the time. The girl who is much different from everyone. Instead of being frightened of me or being in love with me, she dares–does(all the time)–not only to talk back to me, but also try to assault and curse me. Oh, and hit me too. It's the girl that I hate so much, but still quite intrigued to not strangle her just now.
I take another step forward, "There you are!" I call, happily, even though I'm pretending to be–that– happy seeing her here. Her forest-emerald eyes wander to my face, her body shifting. Oh god, those eyes. Her look is concerning, almost asking me what the hell am I doing here.
"What?" she asks after a while. I look down at her short posture and smile. "Nathan is looking for you, he's worried," I explained. She blinks at me and then her eyes are down, looking at a little light forming out of her phone screen.
"Oh, fuck," she whispers. The next moment her eyes are on mine, "I'm leaving. You are not allowed into the room until 12. Figure out where to sleep if you don't want to wait until there," with that, she left. I didn't even have time to say anything, as the girl before me disappeared.
She's gonna be the death of me.
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𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙄❜𝙢 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚)
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩?
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FanficWhat's said: "Some wounds heal perfectly. Some struggle to. Some will leave scars. And others won't heal at all." And what's the reality: "I lost a your mother's necklace. I lost my friends. I was abused. I watched my family die." -Marta Aelin Black...
