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IM BACKKKKKK!

Guys I'm so sorry I know it's been six months since the last update, I had horrible writers block and had trouble believing in myself but I'm back now!

Enjoy ;)

Valentina's POV

The hate i have for poofy dresses is like the hate i have for the McDonalds worker when my order is wrong.

So, when my father held up a hideous pink dress that looked like it was from 1950' s and was also poofy, I just stared at him with a disgusted look and he eventually got embarrassed and put it back on the hanger.

He should have put it in the trash.

I didn't know what I was going to wear to this silly little ball, I don't usually go to these thing which means I don't know what people wear to these things.

I just hope it's not anything poofy, i genuinely might cry.

i searched around the store picking up a few options that i think would suit me and my body, but of course with my luck none of them actually looked good on me.

They were either too big or to provocative, I didn't really mind the second option but I also didn't want to give my poor father a heart attack.

I searched around more and after a while my eyes landed on a gorgeous silver dress with diamonds skimming all around the material.

The dress looked like it was made of stardust, sparkling with every little movement. It hugged my body in all the right places and flowed out at the bottom like a trail of light.

The off-shoulder neckline added a soft, dreamy touch, and the glittering details made it feel straight out of a fairytale.

I looked hot, The drees gave me a huge confidence boost. It showed the perfect amount of skin pushing my boobs up a little bit and showcasing my ass more than it already was.

Walking out of the dressing room, there my father sat with his face in his hands as he yawned obviously tired of being in this store for over 3 hours.

"dad?" I call out, his head immediately raises and he looks at me with a bright smile "you look beautiful, sweetheart" he says still smiling.

"but can we please leave now, I'm miserable" i stare at him laughing as he groaned loudly causing some workers to give him a weird look.

"yeah let's go, if I'm in here any longer I might just off myself.

After changing out of the dress and paying for it we basically run out of the mall, not before stopping at the food court though.

We were starving.

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A couple of minutes later we arrived at our house and started getting ready for the ball which if I haven't said already, I'm honestly very scared for.

I wasn't scared of the people or embarrassing myself, I was scared of seeing him - seeing Ezra. And also maybe embarrassing myself.

I haven't seen him since our last conversation where I basically grabbed a pile of dirt and threw it in his face by saying I "loved" him.

I know I hurt him, I saw it in the way his eyes dropped—not in anger, but in that quiet, hollow kind of sadness that stays long after the moment passes.

He didn't say much. He never does when he's trying not to fall apart in front of me. But I felt it. In the silence. In the way he stepped back, like he was trying to protect something fragile inside himself. I hurt him, and the worst part is—I don't even know if sorry will ever be enough.

And now I have to see him tonight, I mean he's obviously going - why wouldn't he?

He'll probably pretend nothing's changed, while I stand across the room trying not to look like I'm looking for him.

And when our eyes meet, and they will—I won't know whether to smile or disappear. Because he'll be there, looking maddeningly perfect in the way only he can, and I'll be the girl who shattered something she didn't know how to fix.

He'll probably act fine. That's the worst part. He'll laugh at someone's joke, nod along to conversations like he's not carrying pieces of me in his chest like broken glass.

And I'll be standing there with a drink I don't even want, pretending I'm not dying to talk to him, to fix it, to rewind everything to before I opened my mouth and ruined it all.

Maybe he'll walk past me. Maybe he won't say a word. Or maybe he'll stop, just long enough to remind me—quietly, cruelly, effortlessly—that he's learning how to live without me. And I'll smile, like it doesn't kill me, like I'm not unraveling from the inside out. Because tonight, I have to be the girl who let him go... and still aches like she didn't want to.

I didn't want to, I wanted to be with him even after everything but I knew it wasn't going to work or even be good for either of us.

And now I have to stand there - in-front of him, in-front of all those people and act like I'm okay.

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Omg I finally got a chapter out
It's a bit short cause my writers block is horrible but yeah it's out.

wait is it bad?

Also Ian Somerhalder and Henry Cavill are just gorgeous.

Also if u can't see the dress at the top, here it is.