Her procrastination

◓◓◓ Blaze ◓◓◓

The moment I opened my eyes, I was expecting to see that familiar face. But she was already gone.

From my early childhood, I couldn't sleep at night...

Whenever I tried to sleep, I got haunted by bad dreams...

The memories of my unwanted past, my tribe, a purple-haired woman with a knife in her left hand from which blood was constantly dripping, my father covered in blood, sacrifice, blood...

When would these bad dreams come to an end !!!!

That's why every night instead of sleeping I went to see her.

I hate her, but my actions say the opposite.

What happened to me !!!!

I was behaving like nuts.

I hate her and I should always hate her.

Girls like her made me feel disgusted, She did have a scandal. I thought she was so miserable because of her stepmother and her boyfriend ***Jackson**.

I used to "ADMIRE HER", even after my hates towards her, never knew she was a pancake which was burnt at the other side