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All I Ask is For Forgiveness || TD Gwent

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A cool wisp of an early spring breeze fluttered in the morning air, rattling the window of the Goth's room. Streams of sunlight managed to peek their way through the tiny crack in her black-out curtains, illuminating her face and forcing her awake.

Eyes squinted from the invasive light, the female clenched her teeth, pursing her lips as she moved her covers up out of reflex. As a faint hiss escaped through the spaces in her teeth, she gave in, pushing the comforters aside as she rubbed her eyes. Her arms spiraled out against the mattress, and she stared up at her ceiling fan with an irritated scowl.

It was Monday morning, the day most typical teenagers dreaded among their week, and the pale-skinned female was no exception. She rolled to her side, glaring faintly at her alarm clock as the bright, neon-sign red characters "6:47 AM" came into view. Annoyed that she had beat her alarm, the Goth pushed herself up straight.

Gwen sat at the edge of her bed, knee bouncing a little as she held her foot against the faded, teal carpet that covered her bedroom floor, rolling her neck around to stretch it out. An awakening yawn escaped her lips as she went to extend her arms, along with a minuscule smirk as the female's mood quickly brightened during her wake-up routine.

Her minor exercise led to the time she had before her alarm to kill, the buzzing of the electronic device ringing in her ears from the side. It soon delved into a radio broadcast, and the dark-eyed female made her way of getting ready for school that morning.

The Goth brought herself to her feet with a very faint stumble, scratching the side of her head as she walked to the bathroom. After a quick shower, blow-dry and near half-hour of applying her makeup, she switched her pajamas for a black and silver graphic-t, black leggings, her usual black combat boots, and a faded denim-blue jacket with a few band logo patches.

Her spring attire equipped, the teal-haired female grabbed her bag and left her room without uttering a word. She gave a lackluster wave to her mother and blew a raspberry towards her little brother as he ate breakfast before exiting the house in a flourish.

By the time she had made it to school on foot, Gwen was already immersed in her usual mood. Her brow furrowed in its typical uninterested manner as she roamed through the halls, her hand gripping the strap of her navy-blue messenger bag with an intent of just surviving the six-hour school day.

Frankly, she wasn't expecting much to happen, aside from the usual school drama and pointless fights over women and sports results. She sighed in disappointment as she passed by one such squabble, trying to ignore it as she halted near her locker.

Everything froze, the grip of her hand tightening in confusion as she flinched from the sight. Apparently, someone had tampered with her locker, but not in the way she had been used to.

Attached to the dull metal door of her designated locker was a clip of flowers, a faint lavender coloring to the petals as a few trickled down to the floor. Bound by a single slip of tape, Gwen was unsure of what they were doing there in the first place.

She approached her locker, brushing her fingers against the stem of the flowers before carefully removing it from the door. Her eyebrow raised, eyes sparkling while staring down at the mysterious flora that her handheld. Curious, albeit reluctantly so, the Goth shoved the flower into the breast pocket of her jacket and continued on with her day.

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Two classes went by, uneventful as she had expected, though her mind had been focused on the mystery of the flower. Was there some kind of event she was missing? A holiday? Hidden meaning behind them? She was unsure, despite her dabbling in poetry, and thus by the end of her second period decided to seek answers.