Zyrelle
๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
โ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐, ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ง๐ค๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ.โ
โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐: ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ - ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐บ
.โ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐, ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ง๐ค๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ.โ
โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐: ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ - ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐บ
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The voices drifting underneath the bedroom door proved to Chantelle - that despite what she felt, she wasnโt alone. She wasnโt a child anymore, no amount of whispered broken promises she repeatedly told herself- or pillows over her ears were going to block out the angry voices of her parents. It was always like this. They always fought like this. It was as if they didnโt see her anymore, they couldnโt see her anymore. All they could focus on was their own jobs, and the flame - that once used to burn so bright - of their marriage burning out. Their love story was done, and yet Chantelle didnโt seem to be the only one refusing to let go.
The very thought of her parents even considering a divorce sent unwanted shivers down her spine. Despite never having witnessed any form of actual love between the two. She had always heard from family members that they used to be so in love. They used to be happy. Why werenโt they happy now? Was it her fault? She didnโt want them to get a divorce for the slight hope that they might still actually have a shot at falling back in love. Did they even fall out of love? Could what they have even be classified as love?
Taking a deep breath, she threw the pillow onto the other side of her bed out of frustration. Didnโt they even care that their daughter could hear everything they were saying? Just because she wasnโt a little girl anymore - didnโt mean she wanted to actually listen to them bitch at each other. They always fucking did this. She was tired of it. With a sigh, she shifted from her position on the bed, swinging her legs over the side she strode over to the window.
Her gaze flickered towards the table situated in the corner of the room, with a roll of her eyes, she snatched the pack of cigarettes and lighter, before stuffing them into the pocket of her jeans. She only ever smoked when she was stressed, or frustrated. It was probably both of those today. Despite knowing her parents wouldnโt care if she walked out the front door, she hitched her legs over the edge of her window. Using the branch that was conveniently outside her window, she climbed down. Either her parents wouldnโt notice, or they wouldnโt care. She was used to both at this point. Almost everything she did was to get their attention. Attention she never got. Ever.
Peeling open the box, she took one between her fingers before placing it between her lips. Feeling around for the lighter she pulled it out, watching the flame flicker to life a few times before it stuck. Lighting the other end of the cigarette, she let out a sigh. She knew where she was going before she even began walking. A few years ago - after witnessing a particularly rough fight - Elle ran away, using the same window tactic. Though at the time she didnโt realise that her parents wouldnโt even notice she was gone, let alone care that she had run away. She hadnโt known where she was going until she wound up there.
It was quick to become her favourite place, a place she could get away from it all. It was beautiful. Trees lined up everywhere you looked. Leaves all different shades scattered the ground creating an array of different coloured browns, and yellows. Flowers hidden behind thick branches were in the midst of blooming, and a cliffs edge stood at the very heart of it all - overlooking a waterfall that was breathtaking to look at, but dangerous to be near. It was a place where even insanity would stay hidden for a few hours. It could calm even the most anxious of people.
That was how she found herself slowly edging towards the cliff, eager to hover herself above it and forget all her problems for however long she needed. with a cigarette dangled between her lips, she paused mid step, her gaze falling upon the shadow of what she assumed to be a Male. She knew she wasnโt the only one who knew about this place. It was too beautiful to be hidden away, too alluring to be kept a secret. But she hadnโt been expecting anybody else to be here at this time.
Taking small calculated steps towards him, her eyebrow rose once she caught sight of who it was. What was his name again? Nathan something? Yeah, that was it. Cocking her head to the side, she dropped the cigarette to the floor crushing it beneath her boot. โWhat are you doing here?โ She questioned, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Who wouldโve thought the boy that didnโt care would be caught admiring such beauty?
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