𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore ne...
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📌 Waring: T0rture
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Alisha's room looked like someone murdered a strawberry milkshake and decorated her wall. Everything was aggressively, unapologetically pink. Curtains? Pink. Bedsheets? Pink. Even her ring light had a pink hue. Even her room smells pink- I mean Bomb & bath or bubblegum cotton candy room freshner.
Her white Persian cat who I'm convinced has more money than me sat like royalty on Dixit's lap, wearing a rhinestone-studded baby pink ribbon collar that screamed My vet bills are your semester fees.
Her cat name is Catrina. I don't even think catrina blinks. She just judges everyone.
Dixit already looking like he regretted every life choice that led him here, was poking the cat like it owed him rent. "Bro, where's the white sauce pasta?" he asked Alisha, looking personally betrayed. "You said, and I quote, 'come fast I made creamy white sauce pasta with real mushrooms not the poverty cans ones'. I SKIPPED LUNCH."
Alisha, who looked like a semi-feral Barbie doing a spa day, lounged on her bed. She wore an oversized white T-shirt that said "Barbie But Make It Depressed" and pink shorts that matched her walls. There was a green tea face mask on her face that made her look like a classy Shrek.
"I lied." She said.
"Excuse me? You what?" Dixit looked like he'd been slapped by a spatula.
"I needed you two here," she said casually. "For something more important than white sauce mushroom pasta."
And before I could even say define important, she walked over and slapped a green goo face mask sheet on my face like a rogue beautician before I could even protest. It felt cold, slimy. I do skincare too but her skincare items are very different. Maybe expensive skincare products are built different.
"Alisha, what the hell-"
"Detox, babe. It's tea tree," she said. "Your skin's been giving 'final year law student under trial for murder.' I'm fixing it."
