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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"You finally want to talk to me Esme, let's talk." She said interlocking her fingers and setting them on the table, as if she were a child in primary school.
It took her a few days to come up with the lie that she'd planned to deliver to Christa any minute now. She'd rehearsed every word, every gesture, and every facial expression. If Esmeralda could get her to buy into it, then she knew she'd be able to have anyone else eating the story from the palm of her hand.
They were currently residing in the amenities of Christa's home. Her dining room had set the scene for the story, that was soon to unfold.
"I'm seeing Kyndel," Christa mentally rolled her eyes, not because she forbade Esmeralda having a love life, but because she didn't give her the slightest mention of it, before going public.
"Tell me something I don't know. If you drove to my house just for that, you've wasted your time."
"N-No, just listen," She took a deep breath before continuing. "Remember that show I did in Philly, a few months back, we met that night through a mutual associate. I guess you can say we hit it off, and we've been going since then."
"So what, are you guys a thing now?"
"We haven't made it official, but pretty much."
Christa let out an exaggerated sigh before speaking again, "you could've told me. I love managing you, but it makes my job ten times harder when you leave me out things."
"I know, and I'm sorry." She honestly felt bad for stressing Christa out as much as she did. "I didn't want you to find out like that, you were going to be the first person I told. Everything just kind of came out in the heat of the moment." Esmeralda said, before taking Christa's hands into her own and looking her in the eye.
'Secrets and lies kill relationships,' was something her mother often said. She could only hope this didn't kill theirs.
"Fine, but you promise me, promise me you'll never hide anything like this from me again," she said, slightly squeezing Esmeralda's hand.
"I promise." Christa's eyes held nothing but warmth, love, and security. It made lying to her feel ten times worse.
Maybe one day she'd be daring enough to come clean, but that day didn't seem to be coming anytime soon.
She was aware that her mental state was shattered, and had been for some time now. She wished she knew how to ask for help, because deep down, Esmeralda yearned for someone to reach their hand out, and pull her from the dark hole that was threatening to swallow her alive.
