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Apr 17, 2023 16:21:46 GMT
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Post by Emily Davenport on Oct 10, 2022 22:35:16 GMT
[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.
@eloisebridgerton
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2022 17:22:36 GMT
eloise & emily. Words were often said in haste, in the heat of the moment, things that a person didn't truly mean, that were only intended to hurt. Eloise was always one to buy into that; always one to build up a wall, to lash out rather than allowing her real emotions to shine through, and it seemed that things had reached their boiling point with her and Emily. Perhaps it was inevitable that any friendship she had would wind up like this; she'd never had many friends, never been particularly good at it. Most young ladies of the Ton thought so differently to the way she did, she never did quite seem to fit in with anyone else. Sometimes it felt like a blessing, and other times a curse. In that moment, 'I never want to see you again' still seeming to echo in the space around them, she certainly couldn't see an upside. She could be as unapologetically herself as she liked, but it seemed she'd always wind up completely on her own. Words could hurt — hadn't Whistledown proved that time and time again? That words could be truly ruinous, when wielded in a certain way? — and it took everything in her not to wince, not to show that a slap across the cheek probably would have hurt less. "Fine. If you don't wish to see me anymore, then I'll take my leave, but do not come crawling back to me when you realise that love matches seldom exist, and society's expectations will only leave you miserable!"[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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