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She hated herself for it, honestly she did!
The irony that infested her thoughts was advancing throughout her body like venom.
She pitied her mother for being so dependent upon her father- working herself to the point of exhaustion to receive his measly gestures of appreciation; it was as if her reason for breathing was to see him breathe.
Pansy had grew up witnessing it and had, only recently, been enlightened as to how a marriage should function; mutual respect.
It was so alien to the girl and forced her to feel pity- pity for her mother. Who was unaware that her life was not a life at all but an existence. Her mother who was content, satisfied, blinded by a deceitful concept called love.
From then on Pansy strived to avoid it at all cost. But how exactly does one avoid love?
At the first her plan of action was to make herself undesirable; she cut her hair, never wore make-up, moulded herself a cruel exterior and only hung around with the boys in a subtle attempt to avoid being acknowledged as 'one of the girls'...
And at the time it had worked. No boy ever gave her a second glance; and she was so relieved!
But now the irony hung around like a bitter smell. She could feel the deceit smothering her and impairing her judgment.. She couldn't escape love, it had found her. She feared it and, as it tightened its grasp on her, she knew she was powerless to stop it.
After all; who knows how to avoid love?
Of course this was the worst part- the part that sickened her to her butterfly filled stomach;
He knows how.
He does avoid it.
Such a pity...
Yeah, sorry its crap- it's kind if late here haha.
Thank you for reading anyway though guys!