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❝ I don't want a bullshit excuse, Maria. You left me and I don't forgive so easily. You've lost your chance - I'm in love with another woman. ❞
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❝ I don't want a bullshit excuse, Maria. You left me and I don't forgive so easily. You've lost your chance - I'm in love with another woman. ❞
Maria had always preferred to walk to her destinations instead of being driven like it was always insisted. Unless the location was far, far away, Maria Stark would walk. She had her favourite routes; crossing through laughter-filled parks, cozy cafe’s and buzzing performances. She knew the streets of New York as well as the mountain she grew upon. On this particular day, the soon-to-be-mother had stayed longer than anticipated at the boutiques and dress shops buying herself maternity wear as her bump began to become far more noticeable; in fact, she had stayed so late, it was dark outside.
As if the darkness didn’t unnerve her enough, the group of half a dozen men crowding the petite Italian did a good enough job. Their initial intentions had been to drag the woman off down an ally and for fill their ugly desires. But, upon realizing who said woman was, the gentlemen demanded everything else Maria was carrying; her purse, her bags, jewelry, even her coat! After pleads to leave and warnings of the repercussions of their foolish actions, the men continued to persist, till something — or rather somebody — caught their attention. “Regina——”
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She almost wishes that she hadn't bothered. An act of kindness from her own part had soon been turned upside down when realising it was Maria whom had been the damsel in distress.
———- Hell, Regina didn't doubt that this had been a god damn act. Maria was good at that... acting. She had been a pretty talented liar, too.
Such a lovely woman.
❝I should have let you to fend them off for yourself. I'm sick of chasing after you. I'm sick of going the extra mile.❞
Maria had once been the light of her life until she decided to get pregnant. Regina would never accept that.
She would never let it go.
❝I should leave, dear. It's getting rather late.❞
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screwedupandglamorous
"Well you can't exactly be angry at Howard. He's rather...new to this kind of...romance."
( screwedupandglamorous )
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Heartbreak should have been something that Lana was used to & yet, every time she felt it approach, she couldn't abide the sensation of hurt. Her life had been a roller-coaster of drama and it didn't seem to be getting any better. No better at all.
❝I'm not your only lover, am I?❞
Her words were flooded with hate, a jealousy lingering within the cracks of such words. Hazel orbs were f i x a t e d on Maria, fresh tears forming in the corner, glistening in the slight bit of light that was leaking into the room.
❝I could just about accept the fact that you were married, Maria. But to find out that you were using me, amongst a bunch of other poor souls? ——- that just fucking sucks.❞
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She withheld the urge for copper orbs to roll, even managed to suppress the sigh screaming to get out. But Dio, Maria couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “You know I cannot do that.” Her reply came out more balanced than she had anticipated; in fact, it sounded almost crude.
❝And I cannot return words to a woman who wears a man's ring on her finger.❞
Of course she loved Maria. The woman was the epitome of Goddess- like. She was everything Regina had wanted, and everything she had desired. It was just typical that the woman was the product of marriage. A marriage that can't have been e n t i r e l y fulfilling.
❝I've told you time and time again, my dear Maria. I am not a plaything.❞
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мαrια ѕтαrĸ:
”You better not be lying to me”
"Why would I lie to you, Ma?"