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Thump. Thump. THUMP. Stupid Heart. Stupid Heart. STUPID HEART. It had never. NEVER-NEVER. Felt stronger than in Helena’s PRESENCE. So why the FUCK was it still NOT BRAVE ENOUGH... Would it EVER be brave enough? Would SERA ever be brave enough? Harsh breaths STAGGERED FREE -- TREACHEROUSLY DEFIANT. Why the fuck was it always easier for her to CRY? Then again it was HARDLY like she was letting ANYONE see her like this... SHE’D RATHER DIE... Or maybe that was her fear? That she’d DIE if anyone saw her like THIS. Or maybe that was EXACTLY what she was HOPING FOR. Maybe THAT was why she was writing this down? Maybe the fucking HOUSEMAID would find it. Maybe THAT’S how she’d tell her father? Maybe that was the ONLY WAY she could. After all SELF-SABOTAGE had been all she’d EVER KNOWN.

Chestnut eyes scanned the page. The ink was RUNNING with her tears. Her dominant hand SHOOK. Grasping HARD at the pen. CRACK. Her teeth gritted tight -- SEETHING FRUSTRATION whistling between them. Thump. Thump. THUMP. Stupid heart. Stupid heart. STUPID HEART. Her hand LASHED OUT. What remained of the pen TORE through the sheet. And her fist came SLAMMING DOWN upon her desk in a BLIND RAGE. Bang. Bang. BANG. Again. Again. AGAIN. And suddenly she was SOBBING. Why the hell was THIS BITCH always RIGHT? Because that’s what she was PAYING HER FOR. There was a DULLNESS in her hand and she lifted it up. Blue and purple STREAKING across her metacarpal. She let out an EMOTIONALLY EXHAUSTED sigh and let her head fall against it. Spare one moving to pull across the REMNANTS of her writing. Maybe that’s how she’d tell her father? What a fucking JOKE. Injured hand moved to grab a lighter. Pain GRACING her motions as she flicked at the flint. Fire BURST to life. And she held it to the paper. Sending it UP IN FLAMES. One day she WOULD find a way to wear her heart ON HER SLEEVE. (She hoped...) Inspired by the BEAUTY Helena SOMEHOW saw in her. And fueled by her DESIRE to be WORTHY of such a collar. There HAD to be a way.

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