Prologue Poem |1|

210 7 0
                                    

L E O N A ^

He walked up to me.
He broke me.
But I didn't break.
He thought he broke me.
I walked away with a smile.
His heart broke.
Mine is still intact.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold,
but I bet you knew that already."

------
Can y'all see the picture of Leona?

Revenge's Wild Child. || Ongoing Where stories live. Discover now