This is something I wrote nearly three years ago help
Just fixed it a little and decided maybe it could work as a first story.
It's a short writing about Pacifica's thoughts after the ghost-chasing thingy at the northwest manor, hope you like it.
Warning: may contain feels
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"I was right about you all along. You're just as bad as your parents. Another link in the world's worst chain"
She didn't know what having an heartbreak was like until now.
Tears started to form at the bottom of her eyes.
The Pacifica she used to be would have yelled back, she would have made him regret every word he had just said.
But she never liked that role to be honest.
They made a deal. He hunted that ghost with her. He let her improve his wardrobe, he followed her around. He teased her, yes, and got on her nerves multiple times.
But he protected her. He saved her when she thought it was the end. He made them start all over again. He made her feel different. He made her feel ok with her true self. He made her feel accepted.
He made her feel loved.
He made her believe she had finally found someone who could understand. She tought they were friends.
But she lied to him, because she was afraid. And now she lost him.
And she was the one to blame.
She was a cover-up, just like her family, a huge mess.
She didn't blame him. Why would someone be her friend in the first place? She wouldn't want to be her friend either.
She was aware of that. But she lost him and the melancholy and loneliness came back harder than before. So the tears tuned into crying.
She wanted him back, because he made her feel like no one else ever did.
Because she started to like the weird feeling she felt in her stomach when he was close to her.
Because, despite all, she couldn't help falling in love with him.
