"πππ’ π βππ’ππ βππ£π ππππ πππ π‘πππ!" "πβπ¦ πππ π¦ππ’ ππ£ππ βπππ? ππ πππ π€πππ‘π π¦ππ’ βπππ!" "πΎπππ π¦ππ’ππ πππ, πππ‘π πππ ππ‘." "πΆπππ ππ.....π π ππ π¦ππ’ πππππππ ππ‘ π‘βππ π πππππ π‘πππ π‘βππ πππ πππ π‘βππ π€πππ ππ ππ£ππ." "ππππ π’π π‘βππ‘ πππππ π‘βππ πππ ππ π‘βπ ππππ π¦ππ’ βππ£π ππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ π ππ₯π‘πππ π¦ππππ π€πππ ππ!" "πππ’ π€πππ πππ‘ π‘π ππππ‘ π¦ππ’π π ππ π‘ππ!" These words have been haunting and controlling Hera's life. What happens when she has finally has had enough of it? <πππ«π'π¬ πππ> I wish my life was like those wattpad books where the boy saves the depressed or suicidal girl. There will be no saving here soo welcome.. To Hera's storyβ€All Rights Reserved