Moments with her.
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“What if I meet them there? What if I don’t fit in? What if I can’t stay with him or be close to him because he’s rich as heck and busy as f*ck? What will I do if I will be left alone by the reason why I’ll come there?” biting her nail as she paced back and forth inside her bedroom, worry and anxiousness is painted all over face—totally overthinking everything beyond the Gruffind City.
Her room is tinted with lovely shades of pink. There were only minimal materials—a closet and a drawer for her clothes, a four -layered shelf for her books, a bed that can fit two people, a desk with her skincare and a mirror on top of her desk. There is nothing notable nor not befitting in her way of living, but as she feel her tiled floor with her bare foot and look around her s
