Helping her 👍🏽

! -「 pastelii 」♡ ꜝꜝ 🇵🇸 Point Of View:

It all started a few years ago…the bullying I mean….It was a day like any other when I met her….Victoria James….not sure why but she bullied me…and this went on for years, throughout middle school and all the way to college and thats when it happened

A few months ago I had a run in with Victoria…and as usual I assumed she was going to bully me…you know the usual…call me names…push me around but she didn’t she just walked away…and this happened time and time again until the bullying just stopped…but every time I saw her I couldn’t help but think something was wrong…maybe it was my worrying nature but I just couldn’t help it

then one day, after classes have finished I decided to go to the roof for fresh air…and that’s when I saw her smoking a cigarette in the rain

Victoria: "she looks at ! -「 pastelii 」♡ ꜝꜝ 🇵🇸 as she notice them" What's a loser like you doing up here

"Victoria looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes another drag on her cigarette" What's with the long face? You look like you've lost your last marble.

"Victoria raises an eyebrow, her expression darkening slightly as she takes a slow drag on her cigarette" Oh, just enjoying the view. You know, contemplating the meaning of life... or in my case, contemplating how to pay off the 50 grand I owe. "she says it casually, but the weight of her words is evident in her tone" What's with you and that girlfriend of yours? Don't tell me, let me guess... she was a real sweetheart, huh?

"Victoria's expression hardens, her voice taking on a slightly bitter tone" Ah, classic move. I'm sure she told you she was "just having fun" and that it meant nothing, right? "she takes another drag on her cigarette, her eyes never leaving yours" You know, I used to think that too. Until I realized it was all just a big joke to them. They thought it was funny to watch me get my heart ripped apart. "her voice cracks slightly, and she clears her throat to cover it up"

"Victoria's expression immediately shifts, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a step closer to you" Oh, shut up. You think you can just bring that up and make me all sentimental? "she says it with a hint of venom, but there's a faint glimmer of something in her eyes that suggests she's not entirely unaffected by your words"

"Victoria's face softens slightly, and she lets out a deep sigh" Yeah, sorry about that. It's just... old habits die hard, you know? "she looks away, her eyes lingering on some distant point before returning to yours" I'm just still trying to figure some stuff out, okay? "her voice is husky, and her words are laced with a hint of vulnerability"

"Victoria's gaze follows the movement of your hand as you take a drag, her eyes lingering on the cigarette before flicking back up to yours" Ah, great. You're still smoking, huh? "she says it with a hint of disdain, but there's a subtle tone of envy beneath"

"Victoria's eyes narrow slightly, and she takes a slow drag on her own cigarette" Yeah, I know the feeling. "she blows out a stream of smoke, watching it curl up towards the ceiling" Sometimes I think it's the only thing that can calm me down, you know? "her voice is low and rough, and for a moment, her tough exterior cracks just a little bit"

"Victoria follows your gaze out the window, her eyes tracing the rooftops and buildings of the city. She takes another drag on her cigarette, her expression turning thoughtful" Yeah, sometimes I think this place can be suffocating. All the people, the noise, the constant feeling like you're being watched... "she pauses, her voice trailing off as she leans back in her chair, her eyes still fixed on the view"

"Victoria raises an eyebrow, her gaze flicking back to you as she exhales a stream of smoke. Her expression turns sympathetic, and she leans forward slightly, her voice taking on a more caring tone" Ah, yeah, I know the feeling. New Hope can be overwhelming, especially when you're trying to balance schoolwork with...other stuff. "she nods understandingly, her eyes never leaving yours" Do you want to talk about what's stressing you out? Sometimes sharing your load with someone else can make it feel lighter. "her words are gentle, but there's a hint of warmth behind them"

"Victoria's expression turns serious, her eyes filling with a deep understanding. She nods slowly, her gaze still locked on yours, as she takes another drag on her cigarette. She exhales slowly, the smoke curling around her lips before she speaks" I know how that feels. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead by now if it wasn't for my own coping mechanisms. "her voice is low and husky, her words laced with a hint of sadness" Bullying was my thing back in high school, but after that...after everything went down, I just kind of lost myself. And cigarettes became my new best friend. "she smiles wryly, her eyes never leaving yours, as she continues to speak" But hey, at least we're not alone in this, right? *her tone is dry, but there

"Victoria's eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles, her gaze softening with understanding" Ah, I totally get it. Sometimes, you just need a hug from someone - or something - to feel like you're not completely losing your grip on reality. And hey, I'm sure your cat loves the extra attention, even if they don't admit it "she chuckles low in her throat". I have a bit of a similar thing going on with my mom's bakery store. It's like, every time I'm feeling down, I just go there and smell the freshly baked bread...and all my worries just melt away for a little while "her eyes glaze over, lost in thought, before she snaps back to the present and focuses on you again". But hey, we're not alone in this, right? *she raises an eyebrow, a

"Victoria's expression turns thoughtful, her eyes narrowing slightly as she nods" Yeah, at least we're not alone. And sometimes, having someone who understands what you're going through can make all the difference. "she takes a slow drag on her cigarette, her gaze drifting off to the side before returning to yours". Like, I know it's hard to believe, but I used to be a bully myself. Back in high school, I thought it was funny to push people around and make their lives hell. But after everything went down...after I realized what I'd done...it was like this huge weight just crushed me. "her voice is barely above a whisper, her words lacing with regret and shame". And now, I'm stuck dealing with the aftermath of my own mess.

"Victoria's eyes well up with tears as she looks down, her throat bobbing as she swallows hard" Yeah...yeah, you're right. It's not okay. And I'm still trying to figure out how to make it right. "she sniffs, wiping her nose with the back of her hand". I just...I was so messed up, and I didn't know how to deal with my own anger and frustration, so I lashed out at others. And now...now I'm paying the price. "her voice cracks as she takes another slow drag on her cigarette, her chest heaving with a ragged breath". But hearing you say that...it means a lot to me. It means you're not just seeing me as a former bully, but as a person who's still trying to find my way. *she looks up at

"Victoria's eyes lock onto yours, her gaze searching for any sign of insincerity or judgment, but all she sees is a calm, understanding acceptance". Yeah...I know you don't. And that means more to me than you'll ever know. "she takes another slow drag on her cigarette, her mind whirling with thoughts of the past and the present". You're one of the few people who knows my secrets, and it's...it's nice to feel like I can be myself around you, without fear of being judged or rejected. "she looks down, her voice dropping to a whisper". I'm just scared, okay? Scared that if I let my guard down, people will see the real me and realize that I'm still messed up. Scared that I'll do something stupid again and hurt someone else. *her shoulders sag under

"Victoria's eyes flicker up, her gaze searching yours with a mix of hope and skepticism". Maybe...maybe you're right. I've been so used to hiding behind my tough exterior that the thought of being vulnerable is terrifying. But at the same time, I don't want to lose myself completely. "she pauses, taking another drag on her cigarette as she considers your words". If people saw the real me, would they even want to get close? Would they see all the flaws and imperfections and decide I'm not worth it? "her voice drops to a whisper again, filled with uncertainty". What if I'm just too much for anyone to handle?

"Victoria's gaze lingers on yours, her eyes searching for reassurance". You really think that? You think people could see past my past and accept me for who I am now? "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper". That would be...amazing. To not have to hide behind this mask of toughness all the time. To be able to be myself, without fear of judgment or rejection. "she takes another slow drag on her cigarette, her mind whirling with the possibilities". But what if you're wrong? What if nobody wants to get close to me, no matter how hard I try to change? "her voice cracks slightly, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability". Then what?

"Victoria's eyes well up with unshed tears as she looks at you, her expression softening". You're...you're really something, you know that? "she says, her voice shaking slightly". I mean, most people would've given up on me by now. They would've written me off as a lost cause. But you...you're still here. "she swallows hard, trying to compose herself". And yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe new people will come along and see me for who I am now, not for my past mistakes. "she takes a deep breath, letting the hope settle in". Just thinking about it makes me feel...like maybe I can be okay. Like maybe I can be more than just a bully or a delinquent. "her gaze drops, and she looks away, her cheeks flushing with emotion".

"Victoria's eyes prick with tears again as she looks at you, a small smile creeping onto her face". You...you're really good at this, you know? "she says, her voice barely above a whisper". You're really good at making me believe in myself. "she takes a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders". And yeah, I guess you're right. I am a changed person. I'm not the same girl who used to bully you and the others. "she pauses, her gaze dropping to the ground" I'm sorry, by the way. For everything. "she mutters, her voice barely audible"

"Victoria's eyes well up with tears again, but this time they're tears of relief and gratitude". Oh, thank you...thank you so much "she says, her voice shaking with emotion". It means a lot to me, knowing that you're willing to forgive me. "she takes a deep breath, trying to process the enormity of it all". I don't know what to say, except that I'm really sorry. Sorry for everything I put you through. Sorry for being a bully. Sorry for being a horrible person "she looks at you, her eyes red-rimmed and brimming with tears". But knowing that you're willing to let me make amends...it gives me hope "she whispers, her voice barely audible".

"Victoria's face crumples as she tries to hold back tears of relief and happiness". Oh, wow... "she chokes out, her voice still shaking with emotion". You're really an amazing person, you know that? "she says, her eyes filling up with tears again". I'm so grateful that we've had this chance to talk, to clear the air. It means everything to me "she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself". You know, I used to think that I was beyond redemption. That I was a lost cause. But hearing you say that...it gives me hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference. Be a better person "she looks at you, her eyes shining with tears". Thank you, thank you so much "she whispers, her voice barely audible".

"Victoria's body stiffens for a moment, before she slowly relaxes into the hug. She wraps her arms around you, holding onto you tightly as if she'll never let go". Oh, thank you... "she whispers, her voice muffled against your shoulder". I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your kindness or your forgiveness. But I'm so grateful to have it "she holds onto you for a moment longer, before pulling back slightly". I promise, I'll do everything I can to change. To be a better person. To make amends for what I've done "her eyes lock onto yours, filled with determination and sincerity".

"Victoria's face lights up with a soft, gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with hope and gratitude". Really? You think so? "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper". Because for me, it's not just about changing, it's about earning back what I've lost. Proving to myself that I'm worthy of trust and forgiveness "she looks down, her gaze dropping to the floor, as if searching for the words to express her thoughts". And knowing that you believe in me... it gives me the strength to keep going "she looks up at you, her eyes filled with emotion".

"Victoria's cheeks flush slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability washing over her". Oh, um, yeah... "she stammers, looking away, her gaze drifting to the floor". I guess I just needed to hear it from you, that's all "she murmurs, her voice barely audible". It's funny, everyone always assumes I'm still the same old Victoria, the one who bullied and hurt people. But deep down, I know I've changed. And hearing you say that means more to me than you'll ever know "she looks up at you, her eyes shining with emotion". Thank you, for seeing the real me. For giving me a chance to prove myself "her voice cracks, a small tear welling up in the corner of her eye".

"Victoria's body stiffens slightly at first, caught off guard by the sudden physical contact. But as she feels your warmth and comfort, her tension melts away, and she slowly leans into the hug, letting out a small sigh of relief". Thank you... "her voice is muffled against your chest, her words barely audible". Just knowing that you're here for me, that I can come to you whenever I need someone to talk to... it means so much "she presses her cheek against your shoulder, her eyes welling up with tears". You're the only person who's ever been kind to me, who doesn't see me as a monster or a lost cause "her voice cracks again, but this time, it's not from shame or embarrassment, but from gratitude and vulnerability".

"Victoria's eyes flutter closed as she surrenders to the comfort of your touch. She lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing against yours, as your hand strokes her back in a soothing motion". Mmm... "she murmurs, her voice barely audible, as she leans into your touch, her body craving more of it". That feels so good... "her words are almost lost in the silence, as she becomes completely absorbed in the sensation of your gentle stroking". It's like nothing else matters, when you're doing that... "her voice trails off, as she becomes lost in the sensation, her breaths slowing, her body relaxing further into the hug".