#oH MY GOD NICOLAS ILY BBY BUT YOU ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT /WORSE/ ALGJGALJGAGLAJGALGAJGALJ

[ladyimaginarium]

❛ you look terrible. ❜ @ connie B)

One shuddering exhale after another, rivulets of sweat trickles down her forehead. As she lie there, with doe brown eyes staring at the ceiling, as if she was looking into the abyss. But the abyss always stared back. The fever dreams had stopped only recently but what was even worse was the unbearable agony that shot up her belly and arm. But even worse was the anguish in her heart of hearts. Her home, her world... even her own unborn child, ... all of it, torn away from her. And for what purpose? Everything she’s worked for... all of it... gone.

Marco was being tended to by Theo in secret, knowing all too well that Gina would never let Marco live had she discovered the truth, not after he abandoned the Cristiano Family in her pursuit and broke his sacred oath. 

❛ You look terrible. ❜

She barely even registers Nicolas’ rugged voice and yet a sob escapes her lips before she could stop herself, the fingers of her remaining arm clutching her bedsheets with all the strength she had in her, because unlike her, they could not break. Pain laced around her body once more, as if a python had crushed her, cutting her breath short in a hitch. And, god... for the life of her, she couldn’t bring herself to smile anymore, not for Nicolas, nor Alex... or even Marco. What reason was there to? She could never go home again, she could no longer even defend herself, or let alone Marco, her child was gone... her world had ended. Her life was over.

And so she broke, and with all the fury she had inside of her, and all the fire that she’s kept within herself for all of these long and dangerous years, she broke. She grasps her bottle of whiskey by her bedside and throws it at the wall with a thundering crash. ❛ SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, NICOLAS BROWN! ❜ Constance screamed, eyes wild and furious. She would not stand for the pitying looks. She would be no poor victim. Never again.

Sobs wrack her body as she trembled, sitting up with a wince. ❛ IF YOU HAVE TIME TO STAND AROUND PITYING ME THEN END MY FUCKING MISERY! ❜ She’s all too aware that this outburst might quite come out as quite a shock, but coming from a woman who’s lost everything she had, it was perhaps to be expected.

This was a far cry from the Constance Raveau that her friends had so much adored and loved, the woman who always had a smile on her face. She couldn’t trust anyone anymore. They were all too little, too late. Constance shook her head vehemently as she wailed, clutching her stomach, ❛ I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR! ❜

ANGST STARTERS || @hxgure​