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ㅤㅤ 𝒋𝐨𝐚𝐧 ㅤ ㅤ 𝒇𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝒐𝐧 ㅤ ㅤㅤఌ
ㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒈𝐲 , 𝓯encer .
ㅤㅤㅤ ┈┈┈┈ * 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 - 𝒂𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝖆𝖚 .
She didn't know what game Magda was playing today , but she seemed to enjoy watching her flustered . With her leg crossed over her knee as she stared at the big screen in the movie theater , Joan swallowed hard when she felt Magda's »
« hand on her bare thigh —because yes , for today , she chose a rather short wine - red dress she wasn't exactly fond of , but it didn't matter- it was nighttime , and her father was away. and , she thought Magda would like it.— and »
It's hard to believe , and even harder to see , but she's fallen asleep on top of Magda .
Yes , on top of her .
Her arms are around her neck while her head rests on her chest , sighing peacefully . She never sleeps so comfortably »
She doesn't even know how Magda got into the house . When she picks her up from the floor , Joan can barely feel her own body because of the pain it's just experienced . Her ribs are the most affected , but her bleeding lip & nose »
« and bruised cheekbone are not left behind .
Her vision is blurry , so much so that she can't recognize Magda's face , so instinctively , her first thought is that it's her father , who left her there and gone . But he'll be back »
“ What are you reading now? And what language? ” She asked, turning her head towards her, who had now sat down as well.
“ This week I traveled to Italy for a championship. Which I won, by the way. Next week I'm going to Spain. ”
She didn't respond with anything more than a smile. Even if she didn't, the thought of her doing so stirred something positive within her.
To think that she was so important to her ...
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tiled wall, the next words making her »
« bite the inside of her cheek. Even when she used the washing machine, she couldn't count on her fingers the number of times he'd yelled at her because his shitty underwear was still stained. Maybe if he didn't drink so much sometimes, these things wouldn't happen. But if »
“ it's probably not how you always know where i am . ” her smile softens , and she shrugs , looking away . “ i wouldn't mind . if you were . ”
but after the confession , she clears her throat , back to her question .
“ yes , for »
there's a smirk on her lips , and she raised an eyebrow with amusement . “ i don't . ”
she points , both hands resting at her sides , and can't help but silently study her for several seconds , biting her lower lip . “ it may »