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The female lead is sensitive and lovelorn. She doesn't know how to talk back and yes! Girls like that exist. Not everyone is born witty and brave. Especially, the girls that are raised in a torturous environment. They are meek and mostly have a gentle heart. I know because I have lived with one! I am lucky enough to be her friend. No matter what anyone said to her she never reacted back because she is a kind soul and would never hurt anyone. The trauma she endured left her weak and vulnerable. The female lead is inspired by her and yes! She knows and permitted me to write such a character.
Do you guys think that the whole world is filled with brave, sharp-witted, and strong girls? I want to write about every kind of girl that exists. If you don't like it, you can silently leave. No need to spew hate everywhere.
Now, that I'm done with my rant.
You can continue to read this story.
XOXO!
"She died for you, Hannah. She knew I'll only do what was best for you. The least you can do for her is listen to me" he said, getting close to my ear as gut-wrenching sobs tore through my chest. "You are the reason she committed suicide" he further added
I woke up to a pounding headache, I very carefully opened an eyelid and shut it again fast. A merciless sunbeam squirted straight in, making my brain bleed.I hate being hungover.
I woke up to sun rays streaming in through the glass window. I stretched my arms above my head. Ugh! I needed Martha's Coffee.I freshened up and wore a blue floral sundress and skipped down the stairs.
"She died for you, Hannah. She knew I'll only do what was best for you. The least you can do for her is listen to me" he said, getting close to my ear as gut-wrenching sobs tore through my chest."You are the reason she committed suicide" he further added
Everything went on as usual but I wasn't feeling the same. I felt like a caged bird. My bedroom wall closed in on me.I heaved a sigh and strolled downstairs to my father's study. I knocked on my father's door waiting for him to let me enter.
He finally let go of my hand and placed it on the small of my back instead. My heartbeat quickened as I walked with him to the VVIP booth.We entered through a glass door and all of them came into my view.
••New School••"Dad, you can't do this to me!"
As each day passed, she found herself looking forward to her wedding less and less. She could only watch helplessly as time dragged her to the day that she had been dreading since she came to this town.She wore her mother's wedding dress, although she changed it a bit still she could see her in it. It was a lacey mermaid dress with a long trail. It was strapless, which showed off her collarbones and her petite shoulders. It beautifully hugge