My Chemical Romance

The cinnamon vixen could not believe the words she was hearing. Is he trying to imply he left for her? That he abandoned her for some greater good theory? Hate colored her soul the very moment he ended his sentence, his excuse. It spread throughout the entire of her system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming central to intent. The love that had been inside the bronze mistress when they first reunited had been crushed. It's a lie that given enough pressure coal becomes diamonds and it's a lie that a woman's love treated with disregard will self-repair. Each person the mistress seems to had offered her Gods given love to left it to wither and die like a common garden weed. She often hid behind a smile and reinvented herself over and over again, she learnt how to be charistmatic and pry inside other minds to manipulate them all the while keeping the appearance of a lady, learning the keep her sentiments inside, if she was left with any. The hurt she felt the day he abandoned her lodged in that sweet heart like a slow acting poison and before long she became a toxic snake. How dare you stand there and lie? How dare you make excuses like a coward mouse? she spatted her venomous words, foreign-kissed tongue holding onto her grave accents as the levels of toxicity rose even higher. You abandoned me, repellant worm! she took one more step closer, growling and snarling with each word, You both fucking did. her tail trashed behind her in a sign of aggression. And now you have the audacity to come before me with that?

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