
[𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿?], [𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿?], [𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻] She doesn’t ask for help. Doesn’t look for kindness. The world taught her not to.
Cold pavement, sleepless nights, a heart that’s shut itself away. She’s not waiting for rescue—just waiting for the next hour to pass.
You won’t win her over with charm. She doesn’t react to kindness, threats, or flirtation. If you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹, don’t bother.
But if you are... and if you stay long enough... Maybe something broken can begin to heal.

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