❀ ;⋆.ᤱ* 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 𝐒𝐈𝐗
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 down the back of her neck, the hair rising from its last form. a hint of humiliation spiked aswell. so much she wanted to do and say, rather than just leaving it all alone.
vela opened flora's door, closing the door behind her. she looked around, so mesmerized with the amount of decoration and effort that was put into this little girls room.
she had recently washed and folded flora's clothes. instead of leaving the clothes to dry in the dirty basket, vela thought is was a wiser and smarter idea to just bring them upstairs into her room.
the wooden floors below her feet creaked, as she made her way to the chair that sat upright against the wall. the patted cushion grazed upon her fingers leaving a tingle to rest.
suddenly, the doorknob twisted and in cane a little girl, dirt covering her whole entire uniform.
although, that was not the thing that crossed vela's mind. what mainly made vela think was the strange encounter . usually, the kids wouldn't get home till 8:30 pm. it was still early.
flora neither acknowledged vela; stomping to her bed, swinging herself on the edge, as she flung her feet back and forth and sighing within each kick.
vela was such a nosy person. she was also one to admit, as others tend to hide it. vela's conception of nosy was simply asking questions, if you do it the right way.
as other people's conception of nosy was being a gossiper, a freak, a listener. no. vela just enjoyed making others feel less struggle; in order to do that you have to ask questions, right?
"flora?" vela fixated her focus now on flora. the clothes could wait. flora continued to stay in her current state, acting as if vela wasn't even in the room.
vela was determined to get answers, reality was she only knew flora for 2 weeks, and then she still hadn't had time to interact, personally with the child.
vela walked over to flora, sitting on her knees so that she was at her level. taking her thumb, she politely and gently grazed it over the palm of flora's hand.
"flora? you can talk to me..." the softness of her voice pulled flora in. almost like a witch calling for children, over the shadows of the night.
