catox240

[catox240]

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[catox240]

FACADE (WIP)

There weren't a single time where she could rest her mind. Cursed thoughts flooded her tired brain. Hisses of older people. Nasty words spat from youngsters. And the ugly look her colleagues blessed her with.

Maybe she was cursed. The one dumb fairytale she was always told by her secretive and gentle-spoken mother, whose spouse left overseas without paying any support. She lived in a rotten mansion with filthy rich grandparents, of course. She had all she needed, except for anyone else's acceptance of her existence, right after her mother also vanished.

Gunshots were much louder than those hated shouts she got for nothing. She promised herself that, she would rather be deafened by her beloved, stolen black sniper with glowing red accents rather than socializing against her will. Ballroom, expensive dinners, she hated all.

Except for that one friend whom she met after tearing her glittery dress when she sneaked out of her family party. A strange first sight inside the darkness that only two of them could see each other's messy faces.

A poor kid. But money-wise. He got nothing on himself but a pair of ragged pants and muddy shirt that was on the verge of tearing itself apart like the sparkly hem of her carefully-made gown.

And so she handed him a box full of clothes. Of course they were boy clothes, she wasn't so dumb. But she was intrigued.

Days passed with slipping through the laced windows of hers and ran away from the mansion when no butlers heard her. She played weapons with him - rusted ones he found inside an abandoned warehouse. She always complains abour how using these were a waste of time, while melee weapons became what he is going to be best of.

"Hey." His voice caught her in the middle of her stargazing session. The wind was kind enough to ruin her soft, dark brown hair.

"You never told me your name. Mine's Dari."

She darted her eyes at him. Not from disgust, clearly. But doubt if he ever treated her like a human - like this again, even after he knew how much she was hated by people who knew her family. Especially her, "ruby" of the great rotten aristocracy.

"May." She answered shortly.

"Just May. And it's not even my favorite month."