faye

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once upon a time there lived a young, pretty lady graduating from college the first time ever. stepping into the real world was both scary and frightening for her, and she was prepared to experience the thrilling ways of life and such. 

she met a handsome man, who was twice her age and fell in love. he was sophisticated, artistic and a true gentlemen. but the age gap was far too big, and their love was forbidden. so they decided to run away together, to Paris where they lived for several years. 

the lady and the man had the time of their lives. she was a famous actress at broadway shows, and he had made a chain of stores that circulated the whole world. their story was famous worldwide, but nobody knew this part of the story. 

but then, the lady gave birth to a pair of the most beautiful twin girls. but one of them died, launching her small body to save a delicate rabbit. tyres screeched, and screams arose to the air. her twin sister was dead, cold and unmoving at the middle of the road. 

the father's buisness was failing, crumbling. they were bankrupt, so the lady packed her things and ran away-leaving the child with her father. the father tried his best, but he could not get over the heartache, and hung himself inside his office. 

she was sent into an orphanage, where she was adopted by lots and lots of families-dissappointed by her poor behaviour. but all she wanted was her mommy and daddy, the ones who carried her along the shore laughing and shreiking as the waves crashed on their bare skin. 

the girl grew up, lonely and scared. she grew bitter and spiteful, feeling like nothing was right anymore. on occasions did she try to kill herself. ballet was her only escape though, the only piece of salvation that gave her a release. 

her name is Faye Walter. 

and she sincerely hopes you don't pity her. 

(because when she's pitied, she's weak. and when she's weak, she's sad and confused. when she's sad, she tends to fall apart. when she's confused, she tends to near cliffs and stare longily at knives) 

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