๐—”๐—–๐—ง ๐—œ. ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป

๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฎ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป.








































๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ; ๐—ถ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜†

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โ...we never realise how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice...โž
โ€”Bridgett Devoue























โ...loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction...โž
โ€”D.J






















๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—น, ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ




in which cordelia moore loses her cousin and sets herself on a life long mission of good old fashioned revenge.

OR.

cordelia finds herself stuck in the most dysfunctional love story one can tell.

























CORDELIA MOORE WAS an enigma. No, honestly, she was so Goddamn confusing to understand โ€” she likes hunting, she hates hunting, oh, look! she likes it again, wait never mind, she hates it. She couldn't make her mind up about the one thing her life revolved around.

Perhaps that was why when Jess' parents offered her a way out she was hesitant. Going to Stanford was an opportunity for her, it was an opportunity for her to find peace, to not have to worry about everything wrong in the world.

But did she want it?

It was a simple question, sure, but to her? To Cordelia it felt like a heavy weight perching on her shoulders, like the Devil himself. It felt like she had a gun held to her head and only one answer was the correct one. By the reaction her father had once she told him she was done, she guessed it to be the wrong one.

In all honesty, Cordelia didn't care for her father's opinion, but the scolding look he gave her ... ouch! Yeah, that one hurt. But what could she do? She was young when she made the decision and at the time she deemed it the right one โ€” sue her for trying to look out for herself!

And while she did good at not getting involved, actually, that was a lie, she got involved a lot, she still felt a pull to it. Like a tether had latched itself onto her back and was slowly tugging and tugging until it got a hold of her again.

While she resisted it, as best as she could, it always came back, that itch. But when her cousin died in a fucked up fire, held up against the ceiling like some ritualistic shit, that tether snapped her back to where she was supposed to be.

What she was destined to do.

Save the Goddamn world.














































































































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