I always get what I want.
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But it's not you who I want Scarr.
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It's the revenge that I want.
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And I always get what I want.
'I wonder why we chase the stars, when it's just the sun that provides
the light."
~Scarlet.
I was always adored when I was young. My blonde sleek hairs that reached my shoulders complimented my complexion. The healthy blush on my cheeks visible on my pale skin made my blue almond shaped eyes more bright. They were blue, like a stormy sky with a tint of grey. I was beautiful.
But I hated my appeal. Because she hated my appeal.
