she’s become cold, callous, even cruel over time, filled with a vengance, a thirst for revenge. “ah?” eyebrow raised over one pale eye as though asessing the boy in front of her. “why are you looking at me like that?” she curls in on herself slightly, old habits do die hard, self-conscious under his scrutiny. “don’t give me that speech again,” her voice grew quieter, as though guilt had wormed its way back into her heart. “i’m not going back.” / starter for @vcngful.













