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𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂,

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂

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Wriothesley, the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, commonly known by the honorary title "Duke." Despite having a high status, he keeps a low profile and treats everyone equally.

Everyone adored him; he was perfect. Beautiful, gorgeous. Always calm and collected, not worrying too much about the prison's infamous reputation. All in all, he's a perfect boyfriend, and every woman's dream come true. Never once mistreated someone in any way, at least not on purpose. Kindhearted, Tea-lover, his smile could always light up a dark room. Perfect..

Perfect is the only word that would describe Wriothesley.

and out of all, she got to be with him. Envy, a beautiful word with a horrible meaning. Envy is what everyone felt toward the raven-haired girl. She was just as perfect as her boyfriend. She looked like an angel descended from heaven, with her elegant, deep blue eyes and skin as pretty as snow. 

just with a very ugly personality..

You could be the most gorgeous person in the world, but yet still ugly because of your personality.

An evil, vile girl was what she was. Some may think you'd be exaggerating, but even words aren't enough to describe how cruel this girl was. Yet someone as perfect and sweet as Wriothesley was with her.

11.02.22

Today, I developed Hanahaki disease, which is a disease caused by one-sided love. I didn't bother telling you, as I don't want to be a burden to you and your new girlfriend. You seemed happy. If that's how you say it..

I mean.. as long as you're happy. However, I'm sorry, Wriothesley, but I don't know what you see in her. Anyone could be pretty with makeup on, but no one can possibly eat makeup to have a good personality. 

To be honest, even if she eats makeup, it can't change her personality one bit. -_-

But as I said, as long as you're happy, nothing else matters. :)) 

....even if I told you how I felt, would you even care? Honestly..?

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓮

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮

I'm such a lovesick puppy for you; it's sad, honestly. I was a rose in the hands of one who had no intention of keeping me. Just like I couldn't stop thinking about you, the flowers you've planted in my lungs refuse to stop choking me.

You probably hate me by now. I don't blame you, but I didn't mean for it to be this way, Wriothesley. I didn't mean to fall in love with you; it wasn't on purpose. If I had known this would happen, I would have done everything to stop it.

I didn't think the disease was real. I thought it was fictional, but this morning, when I coughed out the flower, I knew I was sick.

It hurts, Wriothesley; it hurts a lot. No matter what I do, it never stops hurting. Pink petals filled my throat, choking me while I struggled to breathe..

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮,

𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼

But in the end, not everything will go our way. I don't mean to sound selfish, but if I were to say I want you all by myself, does that sound selfish?

I don't know.

but I can't have you, 

and I must accept that. 

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