⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ whirlwind. warped. would any man in their right mind fall for her silver tongue … ? every time. manicured nails tap upon half-empty bottle. it’s late at night when a serial gold-digging heart craves more. men are bees. bees sting. perhaps, she wants 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ would you 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 more , if i ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ for you ?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ there is no such thing as a saturday lie in with an eight-year-old. luckily, playdates are as good as free babysitting. now, she can focus on climbing that social ladder …

⠀⠀⠀… 𝘰𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝓃𝑜𝓉-𝓈𝑜-𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 …

⠀⠀⠀⠀… 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵, 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥. such sweetened hues, honeyed— sticking to the soul of whomever became lured by beguiling gaze. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘯𝘰. no one was 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 to get over her.

ㅤ D͟I͟A͟N͟A͟ ‘ 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘪 ’ T͟A͟V͟E͟R͟N͟E͟R ⿻. unshakeable.⠀ untouchable.⠀ 𝗨 𝗡 𝗙 𝗨 𝗖 𝗞 𝗪 𝗜 𝗧 𝗛 𝗔 𝗕 𝗟 𝗘. ㅤ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀she may not have pulled the trigger , 𝔂𝓮𝓽 , but that’s not to say she shouldn’t be ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀… not 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 …

⋆·˚ ༘ * ‍ ‍ ῾ ‍ 𝒉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, ‍ 𝑙͟𝑎͟𝑑͟𝑦.

⠀⠀⠀⠀… she cannot possibly know 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽.

⠀⠀⠀ perhaps there would be what she has heard maxine call ‘𝘨𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤’ in her eyes IF she were gay … which, clearly, she is not … ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀ well, the opposite is true for 𝓱𝓮𝓻 … and so she flashes a winning smile. 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. ⠀⠀