Summary: Patty Lowell had never honestly realized how much she had to sacrifice by accepting one of Dante's missions by herself – overcoming her fears was one thing, but not being allowing to wear her cute frilly clothes? God had forsaken her.
Parings: Nero/Patty / but the story's focus isn't entirely on it. Since the suspense of adventure and character development is a nice thing as well.

Warnings: violence and cursing / somewhat probably adult situations / gore and blood / kids making bad mistakes due hormones / basically patty being a rebellious teenager and enjoying the hell out of it while also regretting it, kinda

Notes: So this takes place a year before the swords holy-whatever festival, so basically before the fourth game. I have to admit that i've never thought about Nero/Patty before reading certain fics. But I do really like it actually. It has potential if you do it right. Calling out Katy for one, you crazy sexy meme goddess.

MINGLED

Verb

1: To be or become mixed or united with:

2: To associate or take part with others

ACT 1: Times like these

"I will admit. In this world of good and evil, where you belonged to the dark, I had faith in you, nor did I fear."

Okay, so it hadn't really been her fault.

It had been her first year in high school after being home-schooled for most of the years in her entire life, she had begged en whined about it at her mom, mentioning that social contact would do her good and that it would be healthier for her in the first place to go out more often. To have friends who were actually her age. Her mother had been hesitant at first but seen the good point in it and agreed it would probably be for the best. So Patty had been screeching in bliss for the entire summer, declaring to anybody she was finally allowed to the heaven that was school, she could imagine it so vividly – girl friends who would hang out with her, silly gossiping and sleepovers.

Finally she would be the granted the greatest pleasure of her entire life. The every day life of a teenage girl. Silly funny days with romance and everything she had seen in TV dramas.

Right.

"Look, Miss Lowell, I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding here. Even if there wasn't, your actions were highly unneeded and unnecessary. "

Patty glared at the old balded man from her uncomfortable wooden chair, her eyes fierce as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I keep telling you sir. If Grace didn't insult me like that, I wouldn't have to be sitting here. She keeps getting on my nerves on purpose."

Honestly, the principals office wasn't her most favorite place, never thought she would end up here one day either. After all, according to her romance novels and movies, only the delinquents came here for all she knew. But it came to her pretty quickly that real life wasn't as well portrayed as social media had shown. She never liked coming to the old stinky office – the air of smoke was disgusting to her nose and she had to wonder when the last time was the windows had been opened for fresh air.

"Miss Lowell, we are highly aware that Grace isn't the most honorable student on the campus, but instead of violence you could have easily come to one of the teachers for help." The old man waved his hand in the air to make his point clear. His eyes narrowed on her face and she resisted the urge to just bite his arm and get over with it. If he was going to pretend that he actually cared about the students he could already try harder.

"I did, in fact." She dryly spoke. Her hands flattened against her knees as they played with end frills of her skirt. "I was under the impression they would discuss it with you? As they told me that's how it was supposed to go. I never heard anything after that."

The principal looked unnerved and she was secretly greatly pleased she could get under his skin like that. She wasn't naturally somebody who was fond of being annoying on purpose just for that sake but somehow all the teachers in the school seemed to have the natural charm to make her them all. Pretending to not to see what they didn't want to bother with; as it was fine to yell at other students but once one yelled at a teacher they would suddenly be extremely offended. Bullying happened to be a rather big factor on public schools, she realized. She could only mourn for those who were subjected to it.

Patty fitted in okay to her standards. She wasn't aware her appearance would be such a great factor to her place in school. She considered herself to be pretty and so did others. She earned herself a place as a normal students and wouldn't dare to set out of that comfort zone. She couldn't bare to be one of those poor girls others would endlessly gossip about. But then there was that one girl, the black haired girl named grace who for some reason had seriously pinned it on her since the first day she had set a step inside the school grounds.

She seemed to be intent on angering her in any way could and today she had succeeded – got herself a broken nose and all and the blond had never been prouder of herself.

So yeah, totally not her fault.

She had some more lectures here and there and the principal had finally decided he was done talking when he would call her mom. When he excused her to go wait outside for her mother to pick her up she refrained from sighing in relief.

All in one, she would never trust her romance novels again, social media had deceived her poor heart enough as it was.

"Hey, Patts, over here!" At the busy school gates, one of her friends waves her over with a huge grin. She almost halts in surprise for a second, it wasn't often Trina – her ditsy brown haired friend waited for her, being a huge fan of getting home early and hitting sleep right of the bat in her bed. She smiles back and ventured towards her, her curiosity was apparently showing because her friend answered the question that hadn't been spoken.

"I heard about you and Grace. Good job by the way." She wriggled her eyebrow and threw the blond a pleased look as she sank back in into concrete wall behind her. "Figured you wanted some company after being down a bitch and getting a lecture from that old fart."

"Mind your language." Patty reminded sternly as she send her a soft glare, to which her friend shrugged in response. They both strode next to each other while walking outside of school; watching as other students strolled out, chatting and giggling together as they said their goodbyes as they walking in other directions, to their own homes. "Besides it didn't turn out that bad. They are letting me of the hook this time. Next time I won't have that same luck so I should make sure to not let it happen again."

Trina snorted and threw the blond a watchful eye, "Sorry to say this Patts. But Grace has it out for you, whenever you punched her guts out of not she has some issues of knowing her boundaries. She isn't going to stop nagging you."

Patty's face cringed with unease, "You think?"

"Who do you think I am? I don't tell lies, I tell facts."

"Sometimes I do wonder."

Patty ignored the burning gaze that was sent in her direction and giggled, Trina then twirled a handful of her brown locks around her finger and pouted, displeased. "Oh well." she muttered dryly, sending one last glare before changing the subject. "Since you punched this bi- grace's, I corrected myself don't look at me like that, since you punched her face in, I think you deserve some free food. Don't you think? Let's go to that icecream store you dig so much."

The blond teenager felt her eyes widen, eagerness struck her heart but it vanished as quickly as the grimace came. "I can't. They called my mother and she's going to pick me up and stuff."

Trina looked crestfallen but nodded nonetheless; her face stuck between sympathy and irritation. "Ah yes, angry mothers, of course. What would we do without them?"

Loud honking rips through patty's ears and she looks up in shock, almost ready to cover her hurting ears. Her friend also looks rather disgruntled by the noise and lifts her her blue eyes to catch the view of a flashing red car. The irritation immediately shifts into a giddy happiness.

The car isn't anything too fancy, it has a old red shade to it like it hasn't been washed in ages and the dents and scratches on it make it look like it has been through war. Music can be heard through the windows and it seems pretty clear that it's been set on it's highest volume. Not caring about the random strangers that pass by with a wary gaze. She tries to hold in that smile that almost appears on her face.

It's been so long, her heart almost lept out of her chest.

She turns towards her friend who seems to be gazing at the car with some sort of fascination. "Uhh. I have to go."

Trina almost doesn't catch her words for her second; processing it and then looks rather horrified when she does as she studies the car with a vague look and fixates her eyes back at the blonde. "Uhm, I don't mean to be rude, but your mom is in there?"

She manages to keep a straight face. "Something like that."

She squeals as she rolls on the couch, breathing in it's air as she relaxes into the old worn but soft cushion. "It's been so long since I have seen you my precious." She mutters softly against the couch, eying it lovingly as she rubs her cheek against it, feeling the leather against her skin. "Did you miss me, I bet you did. It must have been so lonely without me here. It's okay. Shhh."

"I see you're getting familiar with your environment."

The teenager eyes twinkled at the older man at the door, who watched her with some sort of amusement as she sprawled herself on the couch. Rolling around on it like an excited child as she let her earlier stresses escape her, she raised her hand to give him the peace sign. "Don't deny it, you love having me here. Now excuse me while this great lady is going to nap out in your store."

Dante scoffed and shook his head almost playfully as she watched him as walked into his own shop, leaping into his favorite old chair as he brought his feet down on the desk. "So, how's school?"

That simple sentence had enough power to make her groan into one of the cushions, whining. "It sucks!"

"Tell me about it."

"I got yelled at by the teachers." Ignoring the tone of sarcasm that lacked his words, she elaborated with her head still in his cushion; her voice muffled. "I didn't even deserve it."

"Hmmhm. Yeah, heard that part from your mom, something about punching the daylights out of someone. " he sounded impressed, if not slightly smug. "I guess this would be the part I said i'm proud of you and I would take you out somewhere, but my hands are kinda tied here."

Patty snorted loudly, the face of grinning Trina suddenly flashing into her mind. Maybe she naturally attracted crude people as friends. She looked up from the cushion and was greeted with the view of dante bitting into a pizza slice. "It's fine. I don't need your hospitality. Do it after I get yelled by mother."

He shrugged, "Fair enough."

She sat up properly on the couch, poising herself up as she exhaled. "So, how have you been?"

"Weren't you going to knock yourself out on the couch?"

She gave him one of her do-not-bullshit-with-me dirty glares and he took the hint. Leaning further into his chair as he yawned. Hand over his mouth while teary eyed and everything. She just acknowledged that the white haired man looked rather tired – the bags under his eyes were a give away and she couldn't hide the slight worry that bloomed in her chest. "Well and stuff, doing some jobs here and there. Nothing I can't handle."

"You sure?" She drawls slowly in hesitation, holding one of the cushions close to her stomach. "You kind of look tired. Can I see this as the sign that Lady was right and your age is finally catching up with you."

The horrified expression he send her was downright hilarious. He growled and then pouted, almost looking like a kicked puppy. "For starters, no. I'm only in my late thirties, that's young, alright? I'm just tired from last night's job, I didn't even get any sleep yet."

The teenager blinked cutely, trying to look innocent as she looked to the side. "Are you sure? Because Trish and Lady sure don't think that way."

"Yeah?" He twisted, almost falling out of his chair as he fully faced her. Pointing a accusing finger at her with one hand while holding a pizza slice in the other. "Well Trish and Lady can suck my d-"

The front door slammed open and both necks twisted in that direction. There she was, devil's incarnation in all full glory. Hand on her hip, short black hair – smooth skin, good figure. She tipped her sunglasses to her nose, revealing her mismatched orbs as they fixated on Dante with an unreadable face.

"Suck your what?"

The silence after that was almost unbearable.

Patty watched as Dante lazily flipped his wrist at her, a greeting gesture. "Hey babe, what's up?"

Lady stared at him coolly and she almost thought the woman was going to bring out her gun and shoot an unnecessary amount of bullets into his head, but surprisingly enough she moved forward and made her way to the pool table and she couldn't help but notice the barely audible sigh of relief that escaped the old man's mouth. She laughed softly and Dante threw her a exasperated but frustrated face that promised her terrible things for the future.

"I have a job for you." The black haired woman suddenly spoke up, observing the pool stick in her hands, bending it slightly. Her mouth twitched up at the corners as she spoke. "I heard the payment is quite good so I thought you would want to hear about it."

"Oh?" Dante sighed, exhaustion roughened his words. Reminding her once again of Dante's words from earlier. "Tell me about it."

Lady opened her mouth; but for some reason shut it again as a quick uncomfortable look crossed her features. Patty felt self-conscious when her mismatched eyes threw her a side-glance before looking back at Dante. "In private."

Now, Patty didn't have to be a genius to realize to know what was going on. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel slightly offended either. She realized some matters were darker then others but Patty Lowell was well, a soon to be eighteen year old girl and couldn't help but feel left out. While it was endearing that they tried to keep her out of these sorts of matters to keep her safe; she was certainly no child anymore.

However – she wasn't stupid enough to believe they did it to make her feel that way. They wanted to protect her from the danger their lives were mingled with and she respected that, so she never pressed into their bussiness.

"Sure thing. " Dante stood up and smoothened his leather jacket. Patty shot up and stiffened when the pizza box was dropped on her lap, questionably blinking her huge eyes at him, he lifted his gloved hand to his head a did a mock salute. "I'm counting on you to take care of my shop while I'm out."

Lady was already at the door, holding it open as Dante stepped forward to her, "Manwhores first."

A lope-sided smile ran across his tanned face, he bowed at her in a childish manner, as if to thank her and tottered out of the door, followed by lady who send her one last smile as the door closed behind them. The loud bang echoed in the old store and then it was silent. Patty lifted of one of left over pizza slices to her mouth and nibbled on it; sinking back in the thought while in thoughts.

She drew in a long breath and let it hiss out slowly, tasting the pepperoni on her tongue buds as she wiped the red on her mouth away with her hand, tracing her lips with her fingers and sucked them clean. She hummed in silence.

She was a little bummed out Dante had left, mostly because she knew he could either be back in ten minutes or either an hour or so. When he had come to pick her up in her mother's stead she had been practically jumping like a child. It was getting harder and harder for her to come along to the store, especially with the distance from were she lived. She came over once in the two weeks on the weekends, if she was lucky she could stay over the night as well. Her mother had tried to be understanding about it, but in the end did wonder what kind of connections she had to this place to keep coming back.

She wasn't sure how to explain to her mother that she adored Dante more then her own blood mother, it would probably crush her didn't mean she didn't love her mom, but she supposed that living apart for so many years did strain the mother and daughter bond they were supposed to have. She had her own little family here – at devil may cry, and she wouldn't give that up for anything.

'Maybe I should catch up on that drama from yesterday," She told herself, tapping her finger on her lips. "They were supposed to replay the last episode today. I guess I could entertain myself with that."

The teenage girl pulled herself of the couch, abandoning the now empty pizza box on the seat as she staggered towards the table with the remote control. She made a show of inspecting the old styled television because god knew if that dusty thing was still stable. Tapping her pale fingers against the screen carefully and jerking her hand backwards as if it was going to explode any second. She eyed it warily and held up the remote, pressing the red button on the top.

Nothing but silence.

She gawked and solemnly gazed at the television. Letting her arm fall back limply by her side. "Are you kidding me?"

She should have known better then to think anything even remotely worked in Dante's house.

Grumpily she shuffled back to the couch, dragging her feet across the the floor. She should probably really try and take a nap here; unless she intended to bore herself to death. Without a white haired demon slayer and a actual working tv there was nothing to do anyway, she threw the remote on the couch.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

She whirled around and eased up at the sound. She measured the telephone on the old desk further away – she remembers he usually uses it to make a delivery, either that or somebody would call him for his job. She shifted uncomfortably. Contemplating whenever she should pick it up or not; she didn't want Dante to miss out on a chance to gain money if it was a job, he needed it. She could just pick it up and tell the person to call back later.

Ring – Ring.

She scurries over at the messy table, stacks of magazines littering everywhere and gathered some guts to actually up pick it up and slowly hold it against her ears. Her voice sounding small and unsure even to her own ears. "Hello..?"

"Thank god. Finally!" Exasperation and then a yell. "Do you devil hunters have a knack for making a person wait?"

The sudden frustration of the person resounding against her ears bewilders her slightly. She was sure it didn't take her that long to pick up. Barely ten seconds even. She keeps herself from tripping over her words, "Uhm, I'm sorry, but Dante's currently not here, so if you could call back later that would be greatly appreciated."

"What?!" There's a loud shriek in anger and Patty can only listen further. "Look! I don't care about Dante or whatever, any hunter is good, I don't need a specific one. Any will do good."

"Dante is the only hunter that's currently available." She tries to keep her tone as natural and professional as possible, hoping that the anger that's coming forth won't show. She tightens her grip on the phone. 'I'm really sorry but that's how it is."

"Look, I my time is running out i- fuck." Vulgar words slip out and there's some kind of static noise, the blond teenager feels herself growing nervous and worried. "Look, I want you to write this number down and please call back later, could you do this for me? Anybody for just job will do good, so please."

There's desperation and hope in the voice which she assumes is a woman; their voice almost cracks at the end of their sentence and the teenage girl feels obliged to help, she gets the nearest pen she can find and she takes one of the white tissues on the table hurriedly sits down. "Alright, please go ahead."

She barely keeps up with the voice and scribbles down at the quickest pace she can, as if her own life is on the life; even if she knows it's not. She wonder if Dante is used to this kind of thing because the fear she receives only from a simple phone call shows her that she really isn't cut for these kind of things. Life or death situations are something she would never wish to mess with and she can't help but imagine the worst case scenario the person might be in.

"Alright, I'm done." she declares and drops the pen down with a heavy sigh, dread filling her once more when she realizes there's a beeping sound coming from the phone, meaning that the person either randomly cut off the conversation in hurry or – "..Hello?"

It's almost stupid to get so fussed up by one simple phone call; but unknown things scare her, things she isn't used to is something she rather avoids. She pockets the small ink stained tissue and collapses down in the chair with relief, thanking the gods that was over with – it was Dante's responsibility now to deal with, that overly confident jackass. But at least that was something she shouldn't worry about anymore. She decided with a small huff from her lips, that she really wasn't cut for these kinds of things. Blood, demons, anything remotely scary was enough to make her shriek and faint, no matter how old she was.

She was content with the life she had.

"Nooooo!" She whined and trashed as she used all her body power to push back on the lean arm that was holding her in place, wildly fussing. "Let me stay with you at the store tonight, what the hell Dante!? Come on!"

She pathetically held back, even sinking to her knees to make herself more of a bother to drag around as the white haired male jerked her forward to the front door. Both of them so into the struggle she was so obliviously losing that they were almost unable of the people passing by worriedly gazing at them. She tried to wave her arm around franticly so the man would loosen his grip – but as expected, he only tightened his hold on her. It was probably harder to get rid of a person who was half human and half, well. Whatever he was.

Before she knew it she was already thrown in the already open door, promptly falling with her ass on the cold and painful ground as stared at him with open betrayal, his mouth which he held in a straight line broke into a grin as he sniggered and looked sideways, "Sorry, I can't take you seriously when you look at me like that. Good luck with your momma."

Dick.

Dante closed the door in her face and left her there, christ. When it had been time for her to leave she had begging him if she could stay, just to avoid going back but he had seemed pretty intent on getting rid of her; since apparently one of the hot chicks from the club – his words not hers, would be staying over tonight.

She tried to ignore the fact he had chosen the company of a hooker over hers. Such a responsible adult he was, almost admirable. Really.

"Patty?"

Her mood that was stuck between playfulness and anger was torn down as soon she heard her mother's voice. She drew herself up to her full height and hesitated, calling out. "Yes?"

"Come here please."

She her eyes flutter open and shut, drew in air through her nose and trailed forward, towards the living room were her mother was sitting on the couch; the HD television on as it showed some kind man chopping meat, she focused her blue eyes on her mother's face which didn't betray any emotion, she knew better then to believe that though. Still, she offers a relaxing smile. "Hi mom."

Her mother nods her head stiffly in greeting, looking slightly more at ease as she patted the seat next to her, which she did. Her mood brightened just by a bit; maybe she wasn't as angry as patty had first expected her to be? She wasn't sure but she still kept watching her mother and opened her mouth to speak.

"I think you should quit the public school."

Only to close it shut firmly, her stare grew more intense and she couldn't help but frown deeply, "What?"

Her mother wasn't even looking at her, face straight forward, watching the television as she repeated herself, this time more clearly. "I think you should quit-"

"No."

This time, she did turn around, her head slightly bended downwards as her face showed a variety of mixed emotions. Maybe surprised because she hadn't expected her daughter to interrupt her but she couldn't find herself to muster any care about it.

"Honey," She started slowly and cautiously, as if speaking to a child and it only served to piss her off. Her anger rising through her throat but she kept silent. "I know you liked public school more then you complained about it, but with the things that happened before and today, it made me realize you were better off being home-schooled. That way it's also easier for you to continue your priestess training with Miss May and it would be a huge relief for me to know that you're here home safe."

"Mom." She replied; her eyes were half closed and she made a wry smile. "I appreciate your concern but i'm not quiting school."

Her heartbeat quickened; it was torn between two different emotions.

"Patty, don't be ridiculous, you could easily learn the same things here as you do there, and you know this just as well as I do."

"Mom, I have friends there." She argued. "It's something I've always needed and I finally have it. I can't abandon Trina."

At the name of her friend – her mother looked visibly angry, "Didn't I tell you once that girl was bad influence on you? She's brash and impulsive. You don't need friends like that."

This time patty couldn't hide her anger, she stood and straightened up. Her hand clenched up tightly into a fist. "How could you say that!? Dante and the others are also like that and you never complain about that! Trina is a wonderful girl!"

"Well, maybe I don't understand that part either!" Her words seemed almost impatient, as if her mother had rehearsed and waited for a long time to say it. The sad realization hit her that maybe, she did. Yelling was something her mother usually would never do, but here she was. "No matter if they helped us or not those people are dangerous Patty, we are normal people now, we don't need that in our life."

"Dante is like my father, mom!" She wailed, blue eyes filled with fury as she defended her precious first friend, it sounded pathetic and stupid, because he was years older then her but it was true; she wasn't sure how had Dante had viewed her being a child but didn't even matter. Flashes of the elder man eating his pizza today with a goofy smile ran through her head, it brought warmth in her heart. "He's actually something you aren't and will never be, and he doesn't even have to try it!"

It was a low blow – a part of her knew that bringing in her mother's status as parent was a touchy subject, and while the teenage girl never wished harm to her, she couldn't have somebody insulting dante like that, her friend, her father, without even attempting to understand him. She couldn't let her own mother take away her freedom like that. It worked as well; her mother shut her mouth as quickly as she could and her eyes shimmered with what looked like pain and regret, her face crumpled in a sad grimace.

Patty was heavily breathing through her nose, she lifted her arm and rubbed the palm of her hand against her forehead. The next words shocked her.

"Maybe this isn't working out anymore, honey."

She couldn't keep her eyes focused. Staring at her mother's face which had uttered those words with a registered and tired tone. Her heart filling with horror of what those words could mean, what they meant. She heard a sizzling, headache sound in the back of her skull and a vague sound escaped her her throat.

"Yeah." She breathed. "Maybe you are right."

At the age of nine. Patty remembers the time she would longingly stare at the picture engraved in the locket, admired her mother's features – wishing to meet her. If she grew up, would she be as beautiful as her? Would her mother take her in her arms and whisper sweet and lovings words in her ears, just like in her dreams. The other children in the Orphanage labeled her as the mommy's girl. The only child who still desired their parent even if they had been abandoned. They refused to play with her, but that was fine, because she was content with just lovingly gazing at her mother's face in her room.

At the age of ten, things had moved by too quickly, so many things had changed, and Patty became Patty Lowell, the girl who went from a poor girl to that child who was supposed to earn the position and fortune of the Lowell household. She met Dante and slowly had learned to leave her shell, she learned what it meant to treasure others, what it meant to love and be selfless. She wanted to be a spoiled kid who swallowed herself in self-pity no more. Her mother wasn't everything, he subconsciously taught and told her, she had a whole world that was just waiting hold and love her; to treasure her so that she too, could belong.

She kept that in mind even when her mom – Nina Lowell, had returned to her, she would never forget. She couldn't forget.

Age by age passed by and she realized how far she had come, and how much she had yet to still learn. She was still young and had many opportunities still waiting for her and many days to spend, to learn. And she would cherish it.

I won't ever forget.

Her face was calm, avoid of any emotion or sorts as she stared over her bended knees. She curled her toes on her bed and felt the soft blanket under her carcass her skin. Her long blond hair waved over her bare shoulders – she had changed into a simple white gown, since the heat of the summer reflecting through the windows of her room tended to bother her. She blinked and her eyes narrowed.

'Maybe this isn't working out anymore.'

She wasn't stupid nor naive, she was well aware what those words could mean. A smaller part of her called out that it was just her mother's fatigue from her work was catching up with her, and their argument from now was just stress relief, the words could easily be and mean nothing. But that didn't help unease that was wedging in her soul. Because her mom didn't just say things that she does not mean out of anger, it wasn't in her personality.

Would she have to leave her mother's house?

She tried to hold in the childlike whining that was crawling up that made her want to cry and apologize; because she wasn't the one to hold grudges, she couldn't stay angry at people for too long, but her fear held her back. She didn't want to see her mother, because those words lingering could mean the end between the two of them. She wanted to just disappear for now, staying over at Dante's place wasn't an option, while she was sure he would easily allow to her to stay, his store wasn't close to her school and she couldn't ask him to drive her there each day. She didn't want to be a bother to him either. She lowers her head between her knees and groans. "What should I do..?"

The relationship between her and her mother was cracking and breaking, it was about time as well. The two of them were more different then they had expected. Even if it had taken them seven years to realize that. If only, if only-

Wasn't there a way she could get away, for at least awhile? She would do anything to just get out for even just a moment.

She shifts; her eyes peered at the crumbled pair of clothes on the floor, her gaze narrowed when she catches sight of something along with it, without getting off her bed, she leaned down and grabbed her pink shirt, while lifting the piece of cloth off the floor, her eyes follow as a piece of white falls out of one of the pockets to the ground. Her eyes widening when she remembered the origin of it; she had completely forgotten.

Oh man.

She grabs the tissue in her hand, rereading the words she she sloppily written in hurry, she couldn't help but wonder what it meant.

Fortuna

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You know how you reread your own things and cringe because you always feel like you could do better. I'm guessing a lot of people have that phase. But i'm guessing most of you sweethearts are actually people who are very talented.

I'm actually honestly wondering if I should continue, because while I do know which direction i'm going with this, it's nice to see if people actually enjoy your story because I like writing for others. Please share your thoughts.