There were barely any occasions in which Chloe would allow herself to shed a tear. Pain nor sorrow hadn’t seemed to effect her on the exterior, yet her soul… Her heart would hurt the most. It was a rare sight to behold when the punk was in Victoria’s room, the thin coats of eyeliner and mascara running down her cheeks while she silently sobbed. The memory she had in her mind was so vivid…. It almost seemed as if it was true. Yet she of all people knew that she was not present in the car when her father had…. had…
A stuffy sniffle could be heard from the bluenette, her beanie on the bed and a hand combing through her dyed locks. Her expression was almost completely broken… And it devasted the queen bee. Victoria had to deal with Nathan’s meltdowns prior; on numerous occasions at that. Yet she had seen Chloe as strong… As unwavering. Even the punk was terrified to see herself shake in terror and sorrow, mind on an obscured memory. It stunned her to feel the arms of the other wrap around her neck, and pull her to rest that sniffling head onto her cashmere sweater. The gentle pet, the comforting actions were all so new to Chloe… And the sudden kiss to her lips made her whole body freeze. There was a quiver from the punk’s lips as she returned the kiss, gently gripping the other’s forearm while it all happened. As the moment passed she kept her head perched onto the other’s shoulder, the sniffles gone yet still a numbing feeling in her chest.
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