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Why fight for a place where you aren’t wanted when you can create your own?
“She has a look in her eyes,” she said after moments of silence. “It’s not all dark in there and maybe the right person can bring it out of her.”
Lucia wasn’t a damsel in distress. She was a fucking siren—a siren I wanted to paint the town red for.
“And your secrets?” I found myself asking. “Can be yours too. All you have to do is ask.”
“Your whole life, you’ve been trying to keep up with the boys, not even realizing you’ve surpassed them. It’s alright to want to conquer something else, Luci.”
You are not just anything, Lucia Bianchi; you are everything.
“I need your crown on, head up, eyes fierce, and when problems arise, I want you to point and I'll shoot.”
