02 ▬▬▬▬▬▬ white rose

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chapter O2 ██████████ ☄. *. ⋆ white rose










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❝ I destroy myself, just for You ❞

━━ Montell Fish

I STARE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, MY HANDS SLIGHTLY SHAKING AGAINST MY LAP. SNOW IS AFTER ME, AFTER MY ACTIONS, AND HOW I WILL ACT DURING THE NEXT FEW DAYS. As much as I hate to admit it, the iciness and brutality of his words chill me to the bone. They seep into my skin like viruses and pinch at my bones like a snake.

The solemn echo of his words against my ears throws me back into the maroon liquid drenching my victims' mouth as I plunged my knife into their body shamelessly. The words he slurs have the power to stumble my consciousness back into such horror and dread.

His white, perfect rose, somehow void of any prickly thorns lies at the wooden desk innocently, the only proof of his visit. Such symbol of beauty and purity should never be associated to such a man. Its smell wafts in the air around me, surrounding me like a halo of death. If I make one single mistake, if I uncover one little flaw in his tactic, who knows what will happen?

Tightening my already loosened ponytail, I convince myself I'll manage, it's not like I'm unfamiliar with the concept of tricking an audience. Simultaneously, I stand up from my seat, leaving the flower to rot and exit the space hurriedly. Shutting the door behind me, I screw my eyes shut for an instant, heart drumming against my chest in a frenzy.

I barely have time to regain complete control of my thoughts as a screechy yet familiar voice rings through my now visibly occupied corridor. I prevent my body from jumping up in fear, attempting not to reveal who might have just made an appearance through my own door.

"There she is! My greatest triumph!" I hear Effie exclaim as she immediately takes me into her arms, the feathers from her coat itching against my cheeks. Yet, I return the embrace, letting myself momentarily appreciate my escort's affection. 

"Our little superstar!" Flavius gasps, and I don't even have time to smile as Octavia pecks both my cheeks, grabbing me by my shoulders.

"We missed you!" she speaks.

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