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footsteps. god fucking dammit. valentina thoroughly tried to clean the blood from her hands, and the wounds from her face and neck, the sound of others approaching making her come down from her psychotic high, back into reality. “shit, shit, shit,” she murmured, guilt in her tone as she tear a piece of cloth from her long t-shirt, to clean her hands and as much as she could before throwing it away. an unfairly handsome stranger, she could tell.
instead of talking, her introvert side kicked in and val casually looked down, hands fiddling with themselves and back leaning against a wall.










