✕; ＣＡＧＥＤ.

                      DON'T BE PROUD OF ME !

              ❝ — & it's far too late for her to run, her fear pitting in the depths of her BELLY, hands quivering as she shoves them in her pockets in an attempt to stop their movement. in all honesty, callie isn't quite the same girl that elena is used to, & she's more than afraid to show her the new version of herself. ❝ — my uh... my... foster family... ❞ her free hand swipes under her chin, removing the blood from her busted lip, bruises marring her alabaster flesh. ❝ — i can't go back there, lena... not anymore. ❞

              ❝ ——— listen... i'm really SORRY to just... show up on your doorstep, but i really need... ❞ her voice trails off, the BITTER taste of vile pride sits in her belly because when you were a FOSTER kid, you never asked for anything. ❝ — i need help, lena... it's... it's really bad... ❞

            ❛ hey, so listen. my, uh, my moms said you c o u l d   come over for dinner tonight so we can work on that PROJECT. ❜