Trying to believe in magic again, after is became so apparently fake, is hard to do.
Female Main Character x Male Monster
Helene is tall, thin, with the most perfect bob cut I have ever seen, and dressed like she just stepped out of the Devil Wears Prada. She arrives early in the morning, just as I’m waking up to do my exercises. Her heels make an intimidating click-clack on the floor as she goes around the kitchen, checking all the cupboards and drawers while Max has his breakfast. “Papa! All these carbohydrates,” she laments. “You need fresh food. You need that delivery kit I keep telling you about.”
“When would I use it, Helene?” he asks with a smile.
Helene pouts as she continues to circle around the kitchen. She doesn’t appear to be judgemental, just worried. “You have to think about your heart!”
“I’m wary of salt. I take long walks. And I go to the gym once a week. Helene, you’re fretting.”
“You’re my dad, so I get to.” From the looks of things, Helene and I are around the same age, early thirties. She’s probably just concerned for her dad and wants to keep him around as long as possible. “Elisa, was it?” she asks me.
I nod, partaking in green tea rather than coffee. “I’ve been excited to meet you. But I should warn you, I get nosebleeds.”
Her perfectly-done eyebrows pinch. “Goodness, I’m glad you warned me. That would have been a fright. Mama got them in the beginning.”
“Clementine told me.”
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“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”
— Maxwell Diawuoh
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