etoiles_de_lune
People always try to give smart answers, wanting to come off as intelligent; even when the truth lies dead in front of you.
Eraya Rathore was dead. Buried six feet under, in her grave of secrets- some of others, while some, her own.
The victim becomes the villain, as the case of her fellow classmate is pursued by a persistent 'detective', Lysander Ambrose who simply won't stop at a no.
Yousuf Quadir, an outcast, drowned in dealings and spotted at places he shouldn't be,
Isadora Sinclair drenched in mascara and perhaps blood, but would she betray her best friend?ex that is.
Florence Hart, previously prom queen overthrew by Eraya playing Boleyn, is envy reason enough? Or does something else shimmer beneath glitter mist and blonde curls?
Vito Carroza, Valedictorian now that the certain bitch isn't in his way, how far would he go to spice up his 'college essay'?.
Evara Rathore, the sister shadow, would she suffocate her own, just for a gasp of spotlight?
Perhaps it is none of these, and the system pridefully wears its flaws.
And If not.....then
Fear, Hate, Power, Envy and Love, pick your objective for murder.
Is 'guilty' the new 'innocent'?
In a place where secrets sworn, found their own tomb, would it be wise to risk being unsealed, scandals, blood, family all the more to lose?
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"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇"
-𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞