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              “ ― dresses don’t look beautiful on hangers. ”

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                                             ‟ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄.                                                 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒                                                 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀﹔ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐍 . 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝙎𝙐𝙉'𝙎 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 ﹔ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒏, 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒂. 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆,  𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. She lurks in the dark depths of the pupils as her shadows lurk at the corner of the room, and there stands one of them, searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths she might be able, like hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of her desire. The blurry silhouette trembles with fear under the sight of her eyes, glazed over years ago due to lack of sunlight she has desired to stare at. Meanwhile, her transparent eyes run over his, searching for the glint of a lie that would ensure her apprehensive heart. 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳? He claims in such a stubborn manner that he would not even wander around her room if it is not for the elders, who insist it is his turn to bring her meal. He is new, he is a nomadian, a stranger to the knowledge of what kind of outsider the town is hiding. Yet, she refuses to believe him. His voice is not familiar, neither the words he so carefully chooses to use in front of her. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮?

⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀𝙄𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡.