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Liquorice sat on her couch, her head on Faith's lap.
"My brother is," Faith pauses to think of a descriptive word for the man. "intelligent."
Liquorice, with streaks of black mascara down her cheeks, nods. "He's so smart."
Liquorice was beautiful. The way her long eyelashes had drops of tears on them, her face flushed red from her crying.
"He'll figure it out." Faith says, tying Liquorice's hair into a braid. Faith adjusts herself on the couch, her fingers buried in Liquorice's hair. "Have I told you that I'm with Dylan?"
Liquorice's heart drops to her stomach.
"Y-you are?" Liquorice feels nauseous.
"Yes." Faith says.
"W-why?" Liquorice hiccups, sitting up, pulling her hair away from Faith's fingers.
"Because I can, L." Faith says softly.
"When I see him, remind me to strangle him." Liquorice wipes the wet mascara off her face. "I can't believe you, F."
"Please understand, L." Faith begs.
"Dylan Browne is an abusive, disrespectful dick!" Liquorice exclaims. "There's no way you can make me understand."
Liquorice had been alone for almost three weeks. She was surprised she survived without John, as she became heavily dependant on him.
"L," Faith says.
"F."
Without thinking, Faith pulls Liquorice toward her. She leaves a small kiss onto her forehead.
"I love you." Faith says, pulling away from the sweet-smelling girl.
"I love you, but not him. Not ever."
"Come to work with me." Faith suggests, trying to put the subject of Dylan Browne to the side. "Please."
Faith stands from the couch and quickly offers her small hand to Liquorice. Liquorice grabs onto it, allowing Faith to help her up.
"I've never been to your work before, what if I do something wrong." Liquorice walks toward her kitchen, to wipe the dripping mascara off her cheeks.
"That's impossible. I'm working at the church right now."
Liquorice stares at Faith hard. "Will-"
Faith nods. "L, it makes me so sad to see you like this."
Faith walks toward the small hallway leading to her room. Liquorice follows.
"Hm, I forget, what dress is J's favourite." Faith opens the wardrobe to reveal a bunch of Liquorice's dresses.
"What if he doesn't want to see me." Liquorice feels tears well up in her eyes.
"Don't be such a baby." Faith frowns. She watches as Liquorice tries to tame her long hair, tears crusted to it. "He loves you."
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the siren † john seed
Fanfikce» maybe she was the one he longed for. « Liquorice Converse is fresh meat, a breath of fresh air. She was young, innocent, and pure, a woman made from heaven themselves. John Seed was nothing but.
