tickets to her downfall

     ·˚ ༉‧₊ •• 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔: 𝖌𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 •• ˚✧  ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇ “..fragments of you linger in my bones, in my dreams, in the palm of my hand. you slip between the cracks and make my body; your home..” • °. CHAPTER THIRTEEN - GASOLINE MEETS FIRE PART ONE • °. The trauma that had help Michaela down had slowly been removed from her ankles, she was slowly starting to figure out who she truly was and how she should 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 from all the pain that she had been dealt these past couple of years. Did that mean she was over it? No, not at all. She was still confused and in a state of shock. She never thought that this would be her life nor did she ever think that she would love someone like 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Everything about the blue-eyed devil should’ve made her skin crawl but it was actually the opposite. She wanted him. She needed him, she longed for him. How could she feel this way about him? She had no idea...

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇── “When shit doesn't go your way, you need me to fix it, and like me, I did, but I ran out of every reason. Now suddenly, you're asking for it back. Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurt when you broke me first.” ⋆ CHAPTER EIGHT -  FADED EMERALD ⋆ Michaela thought that she wanted to know the truth, that once she figured out what happened that she could move on, but she was wrong. The truth was more earth-shattering than she thought it would be, but she couldn’t believe that this was true. How could he do this to her? How was this their outcome? She thought that he cared about her, that he wanted the best for her, but he only thought of himself. Josh had no idea what love was because what he did to her did not equal love. Josh was the last person that she thought would ever do this to her, but he did. He did the unforgivable, and he took som...

  ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇── “Nothing ever seems to come out right. But it’s hard to remember dreams, and I know that you won’t tell me everything. But you say I'm in your memory, and that’s fine. Fuck, I think I know his name now; I hope that I don’t go insane now; if so, I’ll have to blow his brains out. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, and I keep thinking about you and I." ⋆ CHAPTER SEVEN - FIRE AND DESIRE III ⋆ Michaela Williams was the only thing on my mind; I couldn’t focus on school and baseball and definitely couldn’t get back into writing my novel. All I could think about her and how she and I were meant to be, but Michaela couldn’t see that, or she just didn’t want to see it. Couldn’t she tell how much I love her? I know that she heard about the Dallas situation; did that scare her? I couldn’t help myself, Dallas knew the rules, and he went for it anyway; I was only trying to protect her. Couldn’t she see that? I didn’t care about anything or anyone as ...

  ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇── “You don’t know how fragile she is until you wake up one day and there are pieces  on the floor, and you don’t know if it’s glass or her words because she hides her  heart well because she doesn’t even know how broken she is.” ⋆ CHAPTER FOUR - EMPTY SPACE ⋆ Michaela had been going through the motions the past couple of weeks, she didn’t feel anything, and when she did feel—it was a consuming feeling that she couldn't deal with, and the more she tried to move on from the situation, the harder it became. The night of the incident still wasn’t clear to her, and the more she tried to remember, the anger she got. Why couldn’t she remember? Why did this happen to her? Was this what she deserved for not saying goodbye to her father? Michaela was unsure, but those questions lingered in her head. She felt as if she couldn’t do anything—she felt powerless and empty. She had tried to fill the space with her friends and family, but they could...

  Original Character based on Twitter Username: Amasiuncula One of the rarest and most beautiful flowers in this world hides out in stygian forests and singly blooms at midnight. Once the dawn breaks, and the world threatens to shed light over the mysterious darkness, said flower perishes before anyone can get a glance of its actual marvelous and exposed pure white petals. She identified with it; Michaela was a Kadupul Flower. Brought up in a wealthy household, surrounded by love and ostentatious gifts, Michaela had it all, or at least she did until Mr. Williams passed away, tragically. A surprised family found that Michaela seemed not to care so much about the eventuality, and so she requested to leave town to go to a boarding school in NY; her mother and sisters were very concerned but understanding couldn't stop her from going away. Free and independent in a new place, all Michaela cared for was appearance: being a fun, beautiful, wealthy, and utterly happy girl in front of the ...