❛ we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. ❜
The witch turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. “ Rebekah. To what do I owe the pleasure? I wouldn’t think anyone could lie to you, nor that your heart could ever be hungry.”
Rebekah sighed staring at the little bottles that were in the shop, slowly walking around as she heard the witch speak. “I am looking for a potion, a spell, a hex... anything that can stop my heart for falling in love with bastards” She spoke, serious as she took a couple bottles in her hand and pretended to examine them. “Well, that’s because we could not be define as friends and those matters are personal, don’t you think?” she said, finally looking at the woman, trying to hide the pain that was truly behind her words.















