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i dID A THING
this has been in the works for WEEKS and im so happy to be able to finally share it :
THE PRINCESS’ CURSE, a story about a princess who thought of herself as an undeserving witch.
it’s short story which also includes a ton of easter eggs ( if you look close enough heh ) i’ve sprinkled along the code- just so when you get bored with the plot :’)
teardrops in coffee mugs.,,
REQUEST : Hiya! 👋 could you do a soft! Charlotte and Melissa for the writing?
PAIRING : Melissa/Charlotte
WORDS : 258
WARNING : a wee bit of angst- also, i wrote this at 3am in the morning and forgot to post and edit it and now im taking too long so i skipped editing be prepared hh
its been like this for the past few weeks, melissa had noticed.
the once cheerful charlotte, deteriorating into this hollow shell- filled with what seemed to be an unbearable loneliness. and she hated it.
she knew the source, which made her even more furious- charlotte has tried to do everything she could for their relationship and sam had done not one single thing, it was quite a wonder how she still keeps up with that good-for-nothing man.
so instead, melissa tries her very best to keep the depressed girl at her max energy- trying her very best to put back her rose-colored glasses on because she didn't deserve to see the world this way.
she didn't deserve the man who'd thrust her into the streets after a second of getting bored.
so she was there for her in his stead.
being what he couldn't- the shoulder she could cry on, the mind she could depend on and the heart she could trust. melissa took care of her, taking her mind off the filthy thing the world has become in her eyes and making her remember how great it is to be alive.
excited chats in the lounge, warm cups of coffee whenever she was feeling down and an out-of-the-blue lollipop when she accidentally pulls out a cigarette. it was all the little things.
the little things that made charlotte smile a bit more, laugh a bit harder and shine a bit brighter. she may not have noticed sometimes, but she does know- at least, she knows now.
she was loved.
