ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ.

❝ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɴᴀsᴛʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴇs.❞ — #ᴘᴜʀғᴇʀᴏx. ║ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ. ║【#ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇss.】

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✘ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ. ✘

❝ʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ϙᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ: ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴄᴀɴ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ?❞

» ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs.
» ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ @IntendedForHer.
» ᴅᴇsᴄ. | ʟɪᴛ.
» ᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ #ғᴇʀᴏx.

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer « forming again as she had to hold back a sob, squeezing his hand again.

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer

⠀⠀❝ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ.❞

In this small town, everybody knew everybody. With that being said, everybody knew who Madelaine Sterling was.

Even during middle school, she was already in the running from Prom Queen, and as »

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer « . they would send people over to where they kept me and have them tell me things that I would later end up believing, that they were there to help me. . . and then. . . they went ahead and. . . "

She choked on her own words, the tears »

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer « text, I promise. But. . . don't back out that easily from the agreement I know my parents made with you."

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer « and truth be told she needed it. This was a person she knew she couldn't close off and push away.

He was the best representation of a time where nothing was wrong, and that she was happy.

"Just stay with me, please. I'll call and I'll »

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer « before. She does not deserve any of this."

[ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ. @IntendedForHim]

@IntendedForHer « my place."

Sighing softly, bloodshot eyes looked at him once more, shaking her head in addition to what she had previously stated.

"I want. . . I want to see the grave they made for me. I want to pay my respects to the person I was »