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Ophelia Baudelaire is an child preformer, and seasoned actress. She started acting as young as five, and at the same age was put in an orphanage. She's played in numerous movies, and live theaters around. Her most acclaimed roles were that of horror films. Many around her saw this strange aura surrounding her. "She could've been a median if not for her acting talent," said her director of the first ever horror film she roled in. Ophelia wasn't estranged from hearing, and sensing things normal people never noticed.
Ophelia lived comfortably, owning mulitple estates to her name, she often frequented her quaint condo in London, UK. Until one off day a man came knocking on her door, grim was the fellow who spoke to her, "Ms. Baudelaire, I regret to inform you of your late parents."
Ophelia cackled in the mans face, "Parents, HA! They still think of me? How touching, hahaha!" She snickered sipping her champagne in hand. The unmoved man states the rest of his buisness, "My sympathies, Ms.Baudelarie, but I also have come to deliver the papers for your inheritance they left in their will. The property is situated in New Orleans."
Then it hits her, she pictures that old victorian house she still has reaccuring dreams about. Not very delightful dreams, more nightmares, "Hmm, yes, that house." Ophelia shudders at the thought of what might still be there, but-the man breaks her dark nostalgia, saying, "they left a large sum of money, it's the Baudelaire fortune, but it's old money." She thought, "I don't give two-dusty shits about my grandparents money they horded, that house keeps calling me, I have to go back."
Determined by wild curiosity she stated, "I have nothing to loose here...so, guess I'm going to see the house of dreams, you could say."
[GHOST AU! FF BTS X OC]
{α΄α΄α΄ΚΚα΄Ι΄Ι’ x Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄Κ}
"You know what? I'm more than angry. I'm furious. You throw away my feelings like they're nothing. Like I'm nothing. And then you go and make out with my best friend."
She stayed silent for a while.
"Forget it. You don't have feelings for me. Forget it."
"Taehyung, I do have feelings for you, it's just-"
"No, you don't. If you did, then you wouldn't treat me like a paper bag, or like I'm just at your disposal." I was starting to lose my grip, my legs felt like jello and I could barely see her anymore.
"Taehyung, you aren't just at my disposal. I really do-"
"Forget-"
"Taehyung." Her voice was stern and I stopped suddenly. "You don't see what I see. I see this amazing, charming and handsome man in front of me. I smile when thinking about you. I want to do everything in my power to make you happy, but it's just that I'm still figuring out my feelings for Jungkook too." She sighed.
I paused and processed all of her words. Her words felt like rich velvet throughout my body, but my mind was racing.
She still has to choose. She still doesn't have enough feelings for you to pick you. You're still not enough.
"Until you're able to choose, I won't believe you."
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Contains mature themes such as gore, language, and slightly sexual interactions.
Published: April 20th, 2018
Finished: April 9th, 2020
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