Was this girl really here to tell Dahlia her life story? She really doesnât care. There was shit on her mind right now that she didnât want in there and it was because she dragged her out of the lovely limbo she was in. Canât she catch a fucking break? She had just ended things with someone she could have potentially seen a future together withâŠwith the first person sheâs ever come to feel anything for after AlexâŠthis sob story Valentina was giving her right now was only making her more upset until she handed her a picture of herself.
âWhat the fuck?â She barely whispered, narrowed eyes on the image of herself. âWhat the fuck are you on about?â Dahlia shot a glare her way. She was confused, to say the least. She didnât know if this was some sick fucking joke or not. She heard everything the girl said despite tuning out here and there as her own thoughts clouded her head. Dahlia thought her mind was fucked then itâs definitely fucked now.Â
She never cared about knowing who her family was. She didnât even consider them that, family. Family is supposed to care, supposed to be there for you. Why would she want to look for people who gave her up? But she couldnât pretend like she never thought about it or wondered why sheâd been given to the system. It was all too much for Dahlia to really take in. There was still confusion written across her features. Was she really her sister? By blood? She had a sister? Dahlia had to grip onto the door handle to keep her steady as she looked at the photographs and back at her. âHow did you even find meâŠwhatâ what, umâŠâ She trailed off, eyes shutting tight as she shook her head. âJustâŠjust come in. Letâsâ we can talk in my office, I donât really know whatâs going on right now but I need to fucking sit.â How much more shit can she take?
   she stayed quiet, not exactly knowing how to respond at all. at this point, there was this small hope for that cheesy family reunion and maybe that was kind of idiotic. was there any other way that it couldâve been approached without her sounding like a complete asshole the whole time? not really, a part of her wanted to back off right now and head on out, but there was still that little spec of hope that this could lead to something too. possibly, there was a chance that dahlia had already moved on with her life and didnât need this whatsoever. it almost seemed that way, but she was hard-headed, so fuck it, right?
    âokay.â a simple reply whilst following her into the building, passing by a couple of people whom she tried her best to hide her face, possibly this was a bit too much for her. there was a sigh of relief once they reached her office. truth be told, she didnt even know what to do with her body, almost at the corner of the room with her arms crossed as she observed her surroundings. there word vomit was coming, again, and all she could do was let it flow. âyou asked me how i found you, the picture was in an envelope that had the address. i asked your foster home about after i got their number.â valentina bit her lip, it was a nervous habit. âlook, i donât know if youâve moved on with your life or if you need proof, because i have it. i donât know if you have people i your life nd maybe this was all a big mistake, iâll leavve and you wonât have to see me again.â
   her eyes just found themselves glued to the ground, she was probably going to sound desperate. âi know our mom and dad did something bad and that they shouldnât have left you, and iâm sorry i keep bringing it up, but you canât blame me. as soon as i found out about you, i wanted to know you. had i known earlier this probably would have happened a long time ago.â her index fingers wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. âi need my family and it canât be them, i dont want it to be them, they did enough. i need to know someone will give a shit because so far, i donât think anyone does.â when she was able to collect herself a little bit more, the courage was mustered to finally stare at her sister again. âiâm not here to guilt trip you, even this sounds like my goddamn suicide letter, iâm used to feeling alone and i can continue to do that. iâll deal with my shit and carry on one way or another. i just wanted to see if someone would understand, maybe a sister, but when the family you already knew only wanted to shut your fucking mouth and do what they say. i just wanted something to be different, and itâs childish.â
after all of things that happen with dahlia he needed to do something like this. he wanted to change his appearance a little bitâ not drastically, but he figure he should get a nose ring. he wanted a septum for a while, but he never really got it because he was afraid of how he was going to look with it. turning to the person next to him he said, â honest opinion. would i look good with this nose ring.â
valentina was roughly in her own world, a bit spaced out. it was one of those feelings of walking into a room and definitely forgetting why you were there in the first place. the only thing that managed to snap her out of this was a strangerâs voice. she looked over at him, her eyes darting from the the septum jewelry and back to his face. âi think itâd work, especially with the style you have going on. it would be a reach for me, but maybe iâll just live vicariously through you.â flashing a smile, she cocked her head over to the side. âwhat makes you want to get the piercing anyway? spur of the moment?â
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pretend by lights.
âit would be nice to start over again, before we were men. iâd give, iâd bend, letâs play pretend.â
 âi always have these strange existential crisisâ, i donât really think theyâre out of the ordinary but...â she let out a deep sigh, taking sip out of her beer. âitâs like thinking about how things would be different had fate been a little kinder to me, sometimes wanting to be a kid again without all that extra pressure -- yâknow, being able to actually be a child.â valentina couldnât emitting a chuckle out of her mouth, covering it with the back of her hand. âis this too much for our first official hang-out? or is this right of passage into an actual friendship?â the female leaned in, still keeping a good distance, just add a humorous effect. âor even better, are you thinking of throwing yourself out a window with all my rambling?â ----- @ofshutters
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looking too closely by fink.
âthis is a song about somebody else, so donât worry yourself, worry yourself. the devilâs right there right there in the details and you donât wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself.â
âshit. shit. shit.â valentina shaked the pill bottle almost furiously. she tried taking a long walk during very odd hours, just to clear her head and when it wasnât working, she saw that every single one of her happy little pills were gone. her legs picked up the pace attempting to rush back to her apartment, but a figure down a dark alley caught her eye. in every type of way, this wasnât smart, but her head wasnât clear as she approached the male. the female knew the smell all too well. âcan i please get a hit of that? iâll give you money or whatever, i donât know if youâre stingy, but i need a hit.â â- @mddxhrdng.
   Phone calls, emails, conferences and reports took over Dahliaâs life for the past couple of weeks. It wasnât something the charity had forced upon her, it was by choice. It was her own decision to stack as much work as she could onto herself. She couldnât remember the last time she got a good night of sleep as she was making sure to do everything she could to stay busy. With every thought circling from Alex to Malachi to how much she hates herself, Dahlia didnât want enough time to let those thoughts consume her. She had a big decision to make and wanted to put it off as much as she could so overworking herself to the point of visible exhaustion was a must.Â
   You could see it in her face how bothered she was to be pulled out of her office. She had been so concentrated on a report she had to write that when one of the secretaries came in telling her she had a visitor, her mind flooded with things she had been avoiding. Dahlia was well pissed off, especially hearing it was a personal matter. She didnât have time for this. She didnât have time for whoever the hell this woman was. Dahlia had never seen her before and her anger grew even more. âLove, I hope you realize a personal matter is usually with someone who personally knows me. I really donât have the time but seeing as youâve already managed to drag me out of my office, youâve got two minutes.â
   she kind of stood still for a moment, almot forgetting the grand speech sheâd concocted in her head for almost three years now. âi-- i was looking around in my attic, and i know this sounds so mundane, but you need to listen to me.â valentina tried to keep her tone firm, hoping that all the information that she was going to present to her would change her tune, or make everything worse, anything was viable at this point. âi lived with my parents until i was twenty-two, and i found this picture.â her hands were still shaking as she reached into her black bag and pulled out a picture of a younger looking dahlia. âthis was you in a foster home and i was confused as to why the hell they would have this random picture. oh fuck.â recounting the story just made it more horrible than sheâd thought. not knowing what dahlia might have gone through with the system, the system was shit but that was no surprise. âthey told me they you were their daughter, i am your sister. they told me about everything, why they gave you up and how everything went down.â
   valentina extended her arm out to dahlia with the picture in hand, hoping to give it to her. she knew that no one, especially their parents, had the right to have this but her sister, only her. âi know this seems bad, i donât if youâre going to see this as me trying to rub our family in your face and honestly, i donât think youâd want to know them.â their parents were selfish and thatâs about it, even when they kept her all they wanted to do was control her every move and world to make sure they could mold into something they wanted. something they were obsessed with doing that theyâd stuff her up with xanax until sheâd stop whining. leaving her feeling empty and hollow inside. âi donât have a lot of people, or family, not that i felt like it anyway. when i saw that i had a sister i wanted to believe that i could find her then something would click inside of myself.â their was a layer of glossiness hovering over her blue obrs, staring the female straight in the face. âi donât want to force this on you, but if youâd give me the chance, i want to get to know you.â
    âhi, can i speak to dahlia murphy, please?â her hands were trembling at the front of halo trust charity. to say valentinaâs nerves were getting the best of her was an understatement all in itself. just imagine finding out you had a sibling right when you were entering your twenties, probably the most infuriating time of her life. there was a lot of coming to terms with her parents, with their parents, and just when she thought she was lone, she actually wasnât. it was definitely a breath with fresh air and the most terrifying thing to think of. how would she approach? was there a possibility of her being the bad guy in this situation? how was dahlia doing and how did the system treat her? there were so many questions racing around her head that it was damn near giving her a headache. the only thing that broke her out of her trance was the female there that said she was on her way. âcan you tell her iâm going to be right outside the front door? this is kind of a personal matter.â there was a nod at her request as she began to head back out.
   she was pacing back and forth in place, and kept looking through the glass door. it came to halt once she saw the female who she supposed with her sister, heading towards her direction. her eyes were as blue as valâs with the same dark brown hair, kind of like their mother. once the female was out the door, val sensed a hint f impatience on her part, so she just began speaking. âhello, um, iâm valentina moretti, i just got here to town and i thought i should, uh, dicuss something important with you if you have the time?â ---- @dvhliam.
[ benedetta gargari, twenty-five, cis-female, she/her ] â hey, I just saw [ valentina moretti ] walking down the streets of crownsville. theyâve lived in town for [ one week ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ violinist ]. I hear theyâre known to be [ benevolent & eloquent ] and [ passive & reticent ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ perfectly manicured nails, music sheets tucked neatly into a folder, polite smiles ]. â [ ooc: charlie, 21+, est, she/her ]
one can say this is product deni and iâs consistent plotting on discord and i love it. everybody, this is dahliaâs biological sister who is also open for all the plotting since sheâs new in town.
valâs parents had her only three years after dahlia, one could say that they were obsessed with the idea of a perfect family life, one the reasons they didnât keep dahlia, but did keep val.
from the start, there was thise immense amount of pressure put on the young girl to keep up with her parentsâ seemingly perfect lifestyles. she loved music from the bottom of her heart, but what she wanted and they wanted were completely different. they would only accept classical.
she started playing the violin at age seven, there was a huge sense of loneliness. being around her parents made her take up a persona that she didnât want and quite frankly, it wasnât any better at school, kids were mean which made her feel even more isolated.
they all led to her having major depression and anxiety, along with thoughts of taking her life since she felt like she was in a cage.
this is when her mother presented her with a pill, it was xanax, claiming it would help with sadness that buried deep inside her and it became almost a daily routine. one the days she would refuse, they would simply powder it and put it into her meals.
now since she was still young, she didnât know all the details or understand who manipulative her parents were. it only began dawning on her as she grew up what exatcly was going on, but she didnât gin the courage to say anything just yet until she found something.
a picture of dahlia, stuffed in a basement into a box that was meant to never be found and argument broke out between the now twenty-two year old and both of them. before they confessed that it was indeed her sister, that night without them knowing , she packed her stuff and left with all the money from her part-time jobs and playing the violin.
she moved in with a relative in new york, where they took care her a little better. she was able to audition new york philharmonic and passed, being one of the youngest people there, finding lots of success in her career as violinist. she just couldnât quite get her sister out of her mind.
it wasnât until she turned twenty-five, that finally gained the courage to leave new york and become part of goegria symphony orchestra with almost know qualms because of how respected she was, despite her young age and there she made a goal to possibly meet the last of her real family that she could possibly have, while dealing with her addiction to xanax.
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