𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗈, 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇: 𝖸/𝗇.
𝖠 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾. “𝖭𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾?”
𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍.
𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀’𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍…𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽.
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The Silent Muse
FanficGiven the tragic past she had after what her father did change her view of man.Man she didn't like them didn't want them and didn't care about them except for one and that was her only friend .
