“I blame Disney for the high expectations, of gaining a happy ending in this cruel world.”
Emily
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Continuation|part 3:
Pink. The colour forced upon girls from birth, brighten the very tips of Adam's ears and travel up his neck, as he usher the laughing pair out of the room. His bedroom.
Uneasiness settled as a click greeted me and time travelled my mind did, back to the time where HE controlled me. When I was HIS...
But I banished those memories as quickly as it came. Into the dark abyss nine years of unknown torture went, where the fragments of my heart lay side by side with my true soul taker and his copycat.
“Where do you want to start in Chemistry?”
“From the beginning.”
That conserved forest bulged to my immediate reply as if the glasses was reversed and now lay, to better my own eyesight.
Slender fingers raced through your hair that matched my common orbs, avoiding but sometimes crashing into every curl, which separate on contact and aids to secretes your land even farther.
“I made notes, back then, maybe you can use those to start.”
“You write?”
Adam appeared to be uncomfortable as I, to my simple question that roots deeper than it seems.
‘Too personal my knight, I withdraw my question.’ Only if I could say these words out loud, he wouldn't be currently burying himself into a box, full of books, covered in a layer of dust.
But sadly fate had other plans, that involves this broken girl and a old strip of paper with scribbles. Adam's scribbles, that was unprotected from my curious seeing holes.
—the one who pulls a curtain before your eyes,
Is a real criminal in disguise.
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