❀ ;⋆.ᤱ* 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃
in which she falls in love with someone
that has the soul of the devil, its not until
she gets a full taste of him does she start to
realize how truly vicio...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎
𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 clothes in her suitcase. the night prior, she had cried herself to sleep, calming herself down by telling herself everything would be okay.
vela had felt more pain than she'd want to admit. although, she had always been a merely sensitive child, the more she grew as a person her emotions we're heightened by the actions that formed around her.
the thought of having to work for someone was intimidating. she never had to work a day in her life, especially not for someone that she didn't know.
she tried to convince herself that it wouldn't be as bad as she was making it out to be. the daunting pressure in her head gave her head aches, due to how hard she thought about it.
vela never thought about stuff like this, so she wasn't prepared. it happened so suddenly almost as if it creeped behind her and took over.
she knew about stuff like this though. she never thought that she would be the one going through it. she had to remember that she wasn't the only one, her grandmother was also going through it with her.
vela wondered if this would take a big toll on her family, along with her. would it help? would it not help? how did this even come out? so many questions dinged in her mind, like a light bulb.
vela sat down at the edge of the bed, fixated on pictures and books that she would soon have to leave behind. she observed the whole bedroom saying goodbye to it in her mind.
it's not like she would have been gone forever, but she would have been gone for a time that she couldn't even imagine. vela promised herself that she would stay strong, not only for her, but for her grandmother.
vela made her way over to her mirror that was positioned against the wall, beside the door to her room. she looked at herself, sliding her hands down the sides of the blue dress she had on, that exposed her curves, perfectly.
she had decided to leave her hair down, the auburn color of her hair reflecting off of the light from the sun. her hair stopped midway down her back, the natural straightness of it showing.
vela underestimated her own beauty. any other girl that caught eyes with her could only wish that they could be like that. vela on the other hand did not like the way she looked, she thought she looked child-like and immature.
