"𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘."
An innocuous girl with no friends and an abusive family wanted nothing but the warmth of love in her life which she yearned f...
Hey my pumpkins, after 65002 years 😂 sorry but it's been a year I updated, my life was chaos and still is, but story is I graduated and now going to do my higher studies, wish me luck and pray for me to give you all healthy amounts of updates.
If anyone of you waited for this update, let me know, I appreciate you'll so much. Thank you for making me happy with the comments and so as an apology I wrote this 4900+ words chapter for you.
Thank you Ms_starsky her for editing and loving me
Let's go🥰
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Flashback
(And welcome the one who you all are waiting for🥰)
Chirping can be heard from a distance where students are having their lunch while laughing and talking to each other about whatever thing they are interested in. Teachers were as usual gossiping about how much students are giving them hard time in doing their work.
The sunlit sun was hiding behind the light black clouds, it was noon but the weather was chilly. The wind was slightly cold when it swung and touched the soft face of the boy who was sitting nowhere near the hustle.
How much he loves volleyball can be seen in his dark black shining eyes, just by how he looked at the ground below him from the not-so-far terrace. He was peacefully shutting his eyes at this feeling. He wished to play right now; the weather was perfect for it. The wind was blowing harshly. Just the way he likes it.
Playing hard till he bleeds.
To feel the pain. But he cannot.
He needs to rest. Father orders!
Why all the time his father nags at him? He is a grown-ass boy who is here for his upcoming volleyball tournament, he can manage everything by himself, right? Then why doesn't father understand this? A deep heavy sigh evacuated those red heart-shaped lips, his body was tired but the breeze couldn't let him rest.
Wanted him to feel and just feel. Then again, he can't feel a single ounce of coldness.
It hurts.
He wanted to voice it out for once. How can he even say that? He scoffed at himself and his miserable life.
Two soft giggles were fleeing around the air, but it was still distant. There were two girls when he looked down at the ground again. Just like him they both were also not doing their lunch, they were just having fun in the mud which was precisely formed because of how heavy the downpour was nearly twenty minutes ago.
