❛ It Looks Worse Than It Feels. ❜
❛ it looks worse than it feels. ❜
emilia’s gaze flicked to the figure standing before her, taking in the blood staining her sleeve and the fresh cut along her jaw. strangers though they were, there was something familiar in the way she held herself — shoulders squared, chin lifted, as if daring the world to see her pain.
❝ it looks worse than it feels. ❞
the girl’s voice was even — almost dismissive — but emilia didn’t miss the way her fingers trembled slightly at her side. the witch narrowed her eyes, hesitating for a moment before stepping closer. ❝ maybe. but you’re still bleeding. ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴴᴱᴸᴾ. ❞
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