καὶ ποθήω καὶ μάομαι. ㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⋆·˚ ༘ *★°̥࿐ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- 　　　 　　　　　　　　 　　𝐈 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. 　　　　　　　　　　⠀　𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞.

"𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴." 🔪𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 🔪𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙾𝙲 🔪𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝙿 ♡ & ↻

˚ . 　　　 　. 　· 　 　　 ·　　　 ⠀   ❛ 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. ❜ ⠀⠀・．. ．⋆·˚ ༘ * . 　· ˚ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽 𝓒𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷. ⠀ ⟲ & ♡

Keep it out of the dorm..

“I’m just trying to avoid the dorm smelling like onions. I’m not trying to fight or anything. Chill..”

She smiled softly before shaking her head. Growing up, her family had instilled a very strict diet in her. One that was meant to keep them at peak fitness, keep them beyond normal humans. “I’m good, thanks though. I’m..” What, on a diet? Her parents weren’t here! Live a little

She found someone to train with Poor guy..

“You snuck a portable cooker in?” She let out a small laugh, sitting up and leaning forward, knees to her chest. “Let me look up good toppings. I’ll get back with you on that.”

Don’t mind her frantically running through the campus, rushing to class and accidentally barreling into Bella. “Shit! I’m so sorry! Are you okay..”

“Oooh a Chicago style looks good!” She glanced up at the small noise, chuckling softly. “Still hungry? We could go for a proper dinner? Get to know each other a bit?”

“A little bit, yeah. But it’s.. it’s helped me in life, I guess. They had high expectations for my brothers and even higher ones for me.” Elena shrugged, going silent. She didn’t necessarily feel like unpacking all of her trauma before she even finished unpacking her stuff.