Yellow Flowers (beronica)

Yellow Flowers (beronica)

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Betty Cooper a shy girl, comes to the decision that she likes a girl called Veronica Lodge. The bad thing was they were best friends, could Betty and Veronica risk that?
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[COMPLETED] [50,000 - 55,000 WORDS] Elizabeth Cooper. Also known as Betty by her friends. Or the people who used to be her friends. They all left once a nasty rumor was spread about her. They were all disappointed in her. Yes, they didn't care if she was lesbian or not, but all left after this nasty rumor. Her home life was no better. Her father abused her. Her mother keeps forcing her to take pills. Her sister never visits, and she's left all alone. She turned to cutting herself and starving herself. It's not like anybody would care; she always tells herself. She cries or cuts herself to sleep every night. Or maybe even both. What happens when a mysterious raven-haired princess comes to town. Will she help Betty recover? Or will she be mean and ruin her life like everybody else, and maybe push her over the edge? How will things turn out for Betty? *** "I've just... given up," I said. She was standing outside my locked door. Small tears were falling out of my eyes. I'm not even sad anymore, nor am I happy. "You haven't given up! Please let me in!" She cried. She was trying to turn the doorknob. She knew it was no use, but kept trying. I sighed. "Goodbye, I love you." And the last thing I remember was listening to her crying and yelling my name. *** ⚠️TW⚠️ this story contains self-harm, abuse, bullying, eating disorders, and mentions sexual assault. Please don't read if those things bother or upset you. Read at your own risk. Started: 11/20/2019 Finished: 03/14/2021 (UNEDITED)

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