Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Rhea walked into the great hall and made her way to the huffle puff table. She sat on the bench and put her head on the table, soaking wet and dejected.
She let out a heavy sigh and felt more hot tears on her cheeks. The tears just kept coming. Man was she a wreck. She always thought she was so in control of her feelings until now that is. Until he whole world started crushing in about her...until her common room flooded and added to her mounting problems.
__________________ ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack... |