The once flowy,fetching white gown,stretching across the ground flowed behind you,the stitching slightly ripped,mud-stains,the front clenched into your fists as you run down the steps of the marble palace,the heavy cloudburst drumming around you,your hair cascading down your back as you get drenched.You misplace your footing as you run in your heels,tripping with a yelp onto the thoroughfare,hearing a deep voice emerge from behind. “Where you going,little fox?..”
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1jiu ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ
08/09/2024