VICTORIA’S POV
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There is no limit to my life. There’s no restriction nor will anyone put one in it. I will not succumb to the damn public pressure. I won’t run away, nor did I run away from this massive, life alternating nightmare that’s been chowing down on my heels.
I stare at my reflection, my eyes trailing over the plain bodice of my dress, my chest is puffed upward in the heart shaped hole of my chest, the material hugging my neck, the sleeves long and dress, the boning along my ribcage making me feel a lot more structured and secure.
The boggling thing is, the more I stare at myself, the more I feel it, the nagging thoughts rasping around my mind, whispering the worst of things while I try to build myself up, to ignore whatever everyone says the entire time. I look good, but whe
