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               「 an original story by venus calixto 」

              SUMMARY!

              with a crash and so much impact, the               definition of perfection, also known as               luella puzio, has what you call a remarkable               fall from grace. a fall wrapped in emotions               and feelings not wanted nor welcomed.

             CASTING!

             " LUELLA DENIAU PUZIO "

             " REYA DENIAU PUZIO "

             " SLATER GIANNI "

             &  INTRODUCING!

             i. Rocco Puzio

             ii. Adeline Deniau

             iii. Marcus "Bills" Cardinal

             iv. Viviane Fabre

             SETTINGS!

             i. this story is set mainly during 2020,              with the obvious exclusion of the pandemic and              all of the other bullshit we've dealt with.

             MEDIA!

             i. luella is an actress & singer, therefore most              of her work mentioned will be based on or              completely taken from existing media

             WARNINGS!

             i. strong language

             ii. drug use (mainly prescription)

             iii. alcohol consumption (mainly casual drinking)

             iv. mental illness; including but not limited to              maladaptive daydreaming, insomnia, some aspect of              obsessive-compulsive disorder, generalized &              social anxiety disorder, bipolar II disorder

             v. if any of these themes and topics might be              triggering for you, i suggest not reading further

             DISCLAIMER!

             i. don't steal or claim credit              for my graphic or plots

             ii. filters used above is misfit by              bbyhyuck on deviantart

             iii. all coincidences regarding names, locations              or events are coincidences,              unless stated otherwise

             iv. i don't own the faceclaims used but i do              own my characters & their respective stories

             STATUS!

             i. outline/pre-writing

             COPYRIGHT!

             i. Copyright © 2021 | All Rights Reserved.              No parts of this publication may              be replicated, copied or translated              unless explicit written consent.

             WORDS!

             i. i'm very excited about this story,              i've had it floating around              in my brain for a while

             ii. while your reading, if you see              any mistakes, please feel free              to point this out to me!

© me (don’t steal my gif)

summary: IT’S THE PROLOGUE Y’ALL

word count: 232, a short little thing just to give a taste 

warnings/tags: none!

author’s note: this is my first post containing my writing so be easy on me please

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          She liked the illusion of it all. She knew it wasn’t truly in her hands. Luella knew. But giving in was much easier than letting go. To her, living in her own utopic mind was the best thing she could do rather than facing the truth. 

           She was never meant to have it. Her environment would never give her the space to attain it. Not even to the smallest extent. Her formative years were spent stuck in this seemingly never ending loop. It was second nature to her now. Her smiles never too big or never too small, not enough to give wrinkles but enough to let some teeth peek out. Her answers always enough for the question but never digging too deeply. Her eyes always hiding their true nature. With years under her belt, she had the ability to make it all seem natural. 

           Her life was essentially planned years ahead — to the most minute details. From dusk till dawn, from rehearsals to bathroom breaks, everything and anything was out of her hands. Spontaneous night-outs with friends, a day spent in bed watching Netflix, trying and failing new recipes, were all foreign concepts to her.