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Love, a feeling that shows a desperate and bitter emotion. An uncontrollable erratic feeling of being desperate when falling inlove with the person you've admired for so long, determined as they say for that. Determined to be together with the person you've been cherishing in your entire life.
Though it sometimes ends in a bitter tragedy, making you feel remorsed at the end for ever feeling such thing. Remorsed that it made you change your knowledge and beliefs about love, making you cringe and doubtful at the thought for ever hearing the word;
Forever.
She clenched both of her fists at that thought as she was holding back the tears that were pricking in the corner of her eyes, while trying to erraticate the pain that was weighing in her chest as she started to use her other hand to pull the strands of her long yet silky and velvet coloured hair, bitting her bottom lip at the process.
She could hardly accept the fact that she was forced to be engaged with someone else,
Someone that wasn't him.
The person whom she had cherished for a long time. The only person that she could rely to, for he was the only one who ever cared about her. The man whom she'd rather be claimed than any other in this questionable world. The only man whom she'd gladly oblige on pressing her body and lips against his;
Gusion.
That name kept lingering in her mind, oh how her heart was longing to see him again, calling out his name until it could once again feel his rythmic heartbeat as he embraces her with care. She misses him dearly, heck she couldn't even miss a single day without thinking about him.
She started to sob, couldn't anymore hold back the tears that were inflated in her eyes as she quickly changed the position she was in, letting herself face on to the matress, while her face buried on her pillow as she used her free hand to hold it tightly.
❝W-Why?❞ The pinkette stuttered, still sobbing as tears were continuously flowing down to her cheeks. ❝W-Why must m-my parents do this to me?❞
Despite her room being already filled with sobs, no one came. No one even dared to comfort the poor pinkette that was sulking in her bed as her breathes were starting to turn into shaky and heavy ones. Her face starting to grow all red as her eyes were starting to get swollen, while most of her hair's strands were already standing up.
All in all, it made her looked like she wasn't born from a noble and high-class family. Instead, it made her looked like she was some homeless person that has been living in the streets for decades. Atleast, that's what most people think.
She was continuously letting out sobs and heavy breathes as she shifted herself to sit up straight, but still on top of the bed, sitting indian style while looking down. She then wipped off the tears that were flowing down to her face when she suddenly felt arms wrapping around her waist, her left shoulder being weighted by someone's cheek as she felt a soft peck on the side of her neck.
