It was a young girl, probably eighteen years old, in a white dress, with long straight hair. She was smiling sweetly.
She's like a fairy. Beautiful and innocent. Miya thought. She was shocked at how alike they looked as well as the unexpected feeling of jealousy she had. She must be Sol.
To divert her thought and feeling, she clicked open the browser, thinking of having a look at the news. To her dismay, pictures and videos of her were all over the front page.
They accused her as a shameless s.l.u.t; that her mother had a heart attack at finding out what she did, that she had no friends for her notorious reputation, that only those rich old men would use her for p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.
Shit! s**t! Miya cursed angrily. Why the hell did he do that?! Asshole! And I'm trying to forgive him!
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