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Liquorice seriously considered joining in with this Project. She was very interested in stocking up on food and supplies to live in a bunker.
She wanted to live in an underground house, it seemed cool.
Faith was gushing about how she was given a bunker, obviously leaving out some details.
Liquorice was laying on the couch just beside Faith, Faith playing with Liquorice's long brown hair.
She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and looked to the ceiling, her doe eyes set on a dark spot on the roof.
It was early dawn, the sun barely lighting its way into the living room, and the windows reflecting a beautiful shade of violet.
They didn't sleep at all, seeming as they already got rest a few hours prior. Faith hardly slept, her work keeping her busy.
Faith was like a little kitten. She was like Cherri specifically, who disappeared for a few hours before acting like she didn't go at all.
Faith felt she needed to protect Liquorice, seeming men couldn't do it right now, for she was afraid.
"Liquorice?" Faith softly speaks after asking a question which the girl didn't answer.
Faith looks down to the girl, whose face was heavenly in the small amount of light on her face. She was asleep.
Suddenly Faith could see why John mentioned Liquorice to her.
She was the definition of beauty. Sadly, Liquorice's heart belonged to another. Faith just liked being friends.
Since the couch was comfortable, Faith found herself feeling tired also.
She'll only sleep for a while.
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When Liquorice woke up, the sun was high up in the blue skies.
She was on her small couch with a quilt blanket tucked over her body. It smelled of roses.
Faith was nowhere to be seen, which was kinda disappointing. Liquorice looked deep in thought.
Her hair was messily curled on her head, some flower petals tangled in some strands.
As she sat up, she saw a cup of water and some pancakes on a plate on a coffee table.
There was also a note. It was written in glittery gold ink, and it smelled of roses, the scent is the one she smelled a couple of minutes ago.
"Meet me at these coordinates at exactly 4:16 pm."
The note contained coordinates, but Liquorice couldn't read coordinates at all. She sat perplexed and staring at the numbers on it.
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the siren † john seed
Fanfiction» maybe she was the one he longed for. « Liquorice Converse is fresh meat, a breath of fresh air. She was young, innocent, and pure, a woman made from heaven themselves. John Seed was nothing but.
