❀ ;⋆.ᤱ* 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 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 the cozy bedsheets that she had once been buried into. her hair flung, gracefully along the tips of her shoulders.
it was the next morning, set as dawn. as well as her first day off. sadly, her grandmother still had work to attend to, as vela now did not have much time to spend with her.
vela felt regretfullness wash over her entire body. the more she thought about it, it had been a realization for vela that for the period of time she'd resided at the fairchild residence, her happiness was drained.
she had no idea how to get it back. the thing was, she wasnt completely unhappy. her mind was filled with empty spaces, that felt like bubbles of air.
somehow, she still fount a way to slowly reattach him to her body. her mind. her soul.
vela slid open the back door, her gown flowing with the wind. she needed some air as she briefly let her hand come in contact with the slight chilliness.
her foot, then her whole entire body was now touching the air. vela mildly walked around the garden, as she admired the echoing sounds of the birds communicating with one another.
the wet grass grazed over her angles, the unshakable feeling owning her lower half, due to the uncomfortable feeling.
she maneuvered her hands through the tips of her hair; as she simply circled around one space, completely ignoring the girl watering plants in the corner.
"...such beautiful flowers" the woman spoke. vela widened her eyes, the voice stunning her at an all time high. her mind proved her wrong as she had no idea more people would be around.
her curiousity got the best of her as she crept around, to the base of the garden. her eyes squinted, the physique of a girl nurturing the plants to health was in plain sight in front of vela.
her anxiety stopped her from moving, as she gradually backed away; the can of paint dropped to the ground a loud thump echoing the entire space.
"oh shoot..oh shit" vela mumbled to herself. the girl quickly focused her attention to the sound; to vela. vela figured that the girl was also a maid or worker, judging from her clothing.
"uh" the girl set down the jug of water as she lightly smiled. she reassured vela that it was okay and that she was in no way bothering her
