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you blabbering about? Who is getting e

... slow

on, do I look drunk to you?" Zi

ot getting engaged." Paris had barely gotten the words out,

e, whilst locking eyes with her daughter. It was a heat

ng better and better." She

from Zed's father to get you both engaged before the month runs out. Hopefully, you'd be getting married next month. I'm so happy for you, Parisca dear." Riza said, with a broad smile on her f

at I'd be getting married to that impressiona

n to find out about her own engagement? Were her feelings and opinion really that irrelevant? Not even once did her father talk to her about it. He didn't even ask if she was okay with it. At that po

ask for your consent. But, trust me, we love you and we want the best

a terrific couple." As if on cue, Ziden had replied almost im

her and I. You better keep your shitty o

with a fake gasp, clutching o

with her eyes closed. Unfortunately,

is. Don't speak to your

dd to her problems by making her apologize." Ziden cut in sheepishly, hoping s

ke to speak to Paris alone, now. You may leave."

to apologise to Ziden. To top it all off, th

ed, she thought. Inasmuch as she was not ready to get engaged to anyone, Zed was obviously out of line. He was everything she despised in a man.

He was like the male version of Ziden. They wo

he hottest guy she had ever set her eyes on. Their brief intimate moment in the woods flooded her head, beclouding her senses. But, she shoved the th

calmed down a little, letting out a smal

in the scenery, mentally preparing herself for the

it at all, and she knew it. It w

daughter's room felt strange to her. She couldn't ev

e grey bed dressings, to the green lamp stand, which was placed on the reading table, with a couple o

knew the answer. She sat carefully at the edge of the bed, as though she was scared to get too comfortable in a strangers house. With gu

or her daughter and still couldn't be, and

ike the most illustrious bachelor in the kingdom. Women would kill to hav

her beautiful daughter, that hung confidently on the wall, as if taunting her anxiety

not all that bad. Give the young man a chance, and you'll see that he's the right o

but no

were threatening to spill."Come on, dear. You'd get

ed her d

o compromise? It's always Paris who gets to carry the family's burden. Do this for mummy. Do that for

. Blinking in disbelief, Riza was at a loss for words. S

That's just how life works. We all n

t see you m

now how much I've had to for this family and this ki

rifices just because I'm your child, that is where the problem lies. Mom I'm an adult

ow that adult's have responsibilities, Paris. I know how

g to change his mind on this one. Zed was the only bachelor qualified enough to marry their

o, Zed." Paris pleaded, staining h

t thing for Paris to do, she had no say in this afterall. Lucio would shove the union down he

ainst your father." Riza took her leave abruptly, not wa

low and bawled out. She cried ti

Pa.. Paris. Th

managed to say in between sob

did not actually have friends. She had no one

onversations with a close friend, who'd listen to

lt so

ish for all she wanted, and hope som

fickle string, one which

se her eyesight was almost just as perfect in the dark. With zero enthusiasm she picked up the grey pen and reached f

erable life, one which kept gett

bout her. The only reason she could not share her deepest secrets with her dea

o do the breathing exercise thingy for a while to calm her nerves. Relieved that it

e for poetry was one of those details you just co

ne cared to

's block always had terrible timing. She felt blank. I

so many pages in her lovely diary. She got hooked on one of her old poems. She felt nolstagi

now how t

n

agedy fo

ged

so

mmo

ca

he s

in loud

lmost nev

mi

u can f

ense pain, to her she had felt she died more than a thousand times during the short span the poison was working. It had paralyzed her and

oisoned her was tortured and eventually killed when they figured out that they could not get the answers out of her. She h

e it out alive, because to her living mean

ng she could fuel her passion with mere emotions. She loved the sm

die for th

ards. She had no idea what she intended to write, but still she

ying her very best to

the bar painless

rk room which harbours naked bones. I want to lie awfully still on a bed of roses, devoid of thorns that would tear my flesh apart.

die for th

as I savour the peace that comes

red to attempt picking it up. The reckless breeze invaded her room and flipped through the

message across, when she read the beautiful wor

what she needed

ould end me, I'd h

But the message was one which could not be ignored, nonetheless. Chanting the words silently li