❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 ❞
━━━꒰ Gone was the soft rays of sunlight reflecting on you, so were you. We were timeless, yet time was our biggest...
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Surrounded by the dim blue light of her room due to her getting frequent headaches caused by bright light, Eunae stood with her arms resting on her hips. A scrutinizing gaze in her eyes as she stared down at the white dress spread across her bed, a frown adorning her chapped lips; as if she was highly disappointed with the nonliving object as the prominent wrinkles on them made her insides boil with frustration.
She had tried everything, other than actual heat pressing to straighten the numerous wrinkles on one of her favourite dresses, wanting to give up as it was almost impossible considering it was made of linen and she would never be able to straighten it without burning the fabric.
With a loud thud, she plopped herself on her mattress, stuffing her face into the pillows, letting out a muffled groan of annoyance mixed with frustration, before turning on her back and facing the ceiling. Her dark brown pupils which she always thought of as boring dilated by the minimum when a certain person crossed her mind.
Oh, how much she hated him for doing this to her. But not as much as she hated herself for acting like this.
You're pathetic, Eunae.
She told herself, way too many times.
It was the night before Saturday, which was usually something Eunae looked forward to, as she was much fond of letting herself go carefree, irresponsible and free, if only for two days.
