Forced to grow up in a world that picked away who she was, Esmeralda travels down a dark hole whilst trying to hold onto love, her family, and a fragile mental health as she hopes for someone or something to save her.
Based off of the song, 'Pretty...
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xxx-xxx-xxxx So I guess you're seeing this too huh
Who's this?
She knew exactly who it was, but that didn't stop her from pretending to be clueless.
xxx-xxx-xxxx Kyndel...
How'd you get my number?
xxx-xxx-xxxx I know people
Well in that case, yes I am seeing this
xxx-xxx-xxxx It could be worse.
And by worse, he meant it could've been pictures of him pulling her out of the pool or giving her CPR. But he'd never actually say that, he'd never want her to feel as if he was throwing it back in her face.
He was an only child, so he knew loneliness all too well. Maybe not to the same extent, but he understood the satisfaction that came with knowing that you had someone who understood, or at least looked out for you.
I don't think this could possibly get any worse
Kyndel Give it a few days the press will have moved on to something new
And if they don't
Kyndel They will.
Rumors come and go, they'll only grow if you acknowledge them, so Kyndel had learned to ignore them.
"Jesus Esme, did you not see my calls!" Christa fussed as she entered the bedroom. She had been trying to get in contact with her client for sometime now, but decided to make an appearance once she realized she'd probably never get a reply.
From the beginning of their relationship, Christa sensed how fragile Esmeralda was, but often convinced herself that it was just her personality. She felt as if everyday she was able to see the dark spiral Esmeralda was slowly going down, more and more. But because she didn't know how to handle it, she forced herself to turn a blind eye and pretend as if nothing was wrong.
"What the hell is this?" She questioned while shoving her phone in Esmeralda's face.
Here it was, the image she had grown to despise within a matter of minutes. Glaring back at her as if she had been as cruel to it as it had been to her. She wished she could reach into the screen and tear it to shreds, but no, this was her reality and she'd just have to accept it.
