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❝ this isn't love ❞
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FELICIA WASN'T CONGRADULATED ON HER MISSION BY ANYONE, and she didn't expect to be, not even a thankyou from kingpin or an extra dry biscuit on her dinner plate ── she would've liked that though.
There was no time for her wishes about a biscuit as her mind was spinning one hundred miles per hour and her eyes felt like they were one blink away from crying and it was for sure a big moment when Felicia Hardy cried, though it felt like her eyes had watered to much in the past week.
She didn't know why her father randomly wanted to show up, or even why he wanted to save her. So many questions filled her head, the room felt like it was caving in and she felt like she could scream, scream a horrible cry that wouldn't be like snow whites whistles or like the pretty screams actresses would do on the screen no.
Felicia Hardy felt like her scream could be heard by millions but yet nobody would, her scream would be that loud that nobody could hear it.
only her.
All her trauma and pain wouldn't be heard by her father or her mother and not even the boy she ran into last night.
Only she would hear it, because she's been hearing it for the past seventeen years. Never ending or never fading, like the wailing woman she read about in books, but eventually they stopped.
Not Felicia's.
A knock on the door pulled the silver haired girl out of her trance as a tall man in a hazmat suit politely waved at her and motioned her to meet at the door, rolling her eyes she smiled to herself slightly as she knew the plan might've started but didn't walk over as she motioned to the camera in the corner of her 'room' that may have looked like a mental asylum.
