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Day Seven: Don’t Feel Hopeless, For Hope Has Never Left You
Maya made sure her touch was gentle. Her girlfriend looked so fragile; Maya was afraid she would break upon touching her.
“Is this alright, Franny?”
Franziska gave a weak nod. It was always like this between the two, making sure the painful memories were kept away. Never a step was taken before Maya could get her girlfriend’s consent.
Her fingers softly traced fingers on her stomach. They were both only in their underwear, and while it didn’t bother Maya, Franziska seemed frail. Her skin was cold to the touch, and Maya could feel her shivering.
“Relax, Franny… You’re alright, okay?”
She whispered those words repeatedly, knowing Franziska needed to hear them. They made her feel safer and more confident.
Maya kissed her belly, glancing at her girlfriend lovingly. The spirit medium knew how difficult all of this was for Franziska. The trauma, the pain, the memories… they had left scars.
Not physical scars, but just as painful.
“I love you, Franny,” Maya softly said, moving up to play around Franziska’s breasts. She could feel the prosecutor tense as she approached, although the soft touch of her girlfriend’s fingers allowed her to relax.
“L-Liebe… I-I’m sorry I’m like this… I must be a horrible girlfriend…”
Hearing her say things like this always hurt Maya. She knew Franziska had nothing to apologize for. If anything, this was a beautiful proof of courage she was displaying.
“Don’t apologize to me ever, Franziska von Karma. You are the most beautiful girlfriend I could hope for, both inside and outside.”
The blue-haired prosecutor teared up. It always made her so emotional to have someone she could rely on and trust without fail.
In her times of doubt, when the memories would haunt her, Franziska could always count on Maya to comfort her. Sometimes, the trauma was just too much to bear, but for the times Maya could save her from all the pain, Franziska was grateful.
It meant a million times more than a lot.
The raven-haired girl wiped the tears away from her girlfriend’s eyes and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Franziska may have been as white as a sheet, but the kiss still earned Maya a moan of pleasure.
“T-Thank you, Maya…” Franziska whispered as Maya pulled away. Maya was over her, yet, Franziska didn’t feel overwhelmed or scared. Well, a little, of course, but it wasn’t unbearable.
“You’re welcome, Liebe.”
Maya’s words, spoken in her poor German accent, went straight to Franziska’s heart. It allowed the prosecutor to relax. She trusted Maya more than anyone. It was all that mattered.
And besides, Maya was the only one who could make her feel good. It wasn’t enough to exceed the pain, but it gave her some light, as fleeting as it was.
“Can I play with your breasts, Franny?”
It was asked so kindly that Franziska didn’t have the heart to tell her no. Deep down, the prosecutor might not have been ready, but she couldn’t deny Maya.
She figured it would make her selfish. Through all of her trauma, Franziska figured that denying Maya her enjoyment would be selfish.
And thus, she merely nodded. She couldn’t speak a word. Anytime they would have sex together, Franziska would barely open her mouth, except every once in a while to moan.
Franziska wanted to enjoy this as much as Maya did and tell her just that. However, she felt like her mouth was taped shut whenever she tried.
“Are you sure?”
These were three simple words. The question wasn’t anything unordinary, and Franziska knew she just had to answer yes or no to get it over with.
But on top of being a simple question, it meant the world to Franziska. Maya was always so gentle with everything she did. She was Franziska’s lifeline.
Whether it was by taking her time, asking for her consent every step of the way, or ensuring she made her feel good, the spirit medium showed Franziska how much she cared about her.
It made Franziska feel safe. Safer than she’d ever been, for all these years, plunged in darkness. Maya was a candle burning for Franziska and lighting up her world.
“Y-Yes… J-Just… b-be gentle, please…”
Maya smiled. “Of course, my love.”
Without hesitation, Maya brushed the shape of Franziska’s breasts. The prosecutor could see the excited grin on Maya’s lips as she caressed her slowly, sending shivers down her spine.
But right now, those were shivers of pleasure. Perhaps the shivers of fear were still ever-present, but the warmth of Maya’s presence seemed absolute.
The spirit medium’s digits played around Franziska’s nipples so well. Franziska felt her heart beating faster and faster by the second. Soon enough, Maya was planting kisses all across Franziska’s breasts. The blue-haired girl threw her head back, moaning her girlfriend’s name.
“M-Maya… L-Liebe…”
Maya’s smile turned into a Cheshire cat grin as she heard her name escape Franziska’s throat so delicately. Franziska’s voice, with her thick German accent and masculine undertones, sounded so cute whenever Maya hit the right keys.
Metaphorically, Franziska was a piano Maya was learning how to play. Once, it had broken, but bit by bit, the spirit medium was giving it life again. It had yet to become perfect, but Maya’s playing had turned Franziska’s heart – a human metronome – into something beautiful.
The seeds were planted, and as Maya sucked on Franziska’s nipple, the prosecutor saw stars.
“A-Aaah~ T-This… feels good, L-Liebe…”
They were only flashes still, but these moments of glory gave Franziska hope. It made her realize that she wasn’t alone.
People had always surrounded her, yet, only Maya knew her pain and fears. Physically, the prosecutor had never been alone. Deep inside, no one had ever stood by her side before Maya came into her life.
“Do you think you can do more, Franny?”
Suddenly, Maya’s voice took Franziska out of her thoughts. And while her voice was still the same – soft and gentle and kind – the question scared Franziska.
It’s not that she wasn’t trusting Maya anymore – far from it, actually. The problem reached way beyond a matter of trust.
The word “more” hid her past. It hid the suffering and pain and heartbreak and suicidal thoughts. When Maya asked Franziska if she could do more, she wanted to share an experience of closeness with the one she loved.
When Franziska heard her question, she felt the past haunt every cell of her body, as if unwilling to ever set her free. It was like a grip around her neck that would never loosen.
And yet, just seeing the happiness across Maya’s beautiful face made Franziska cave. If she stopped Maya from loving her, did that mean she wasn’t worth her love? If they didn’t share this intimacy, did it mean Franziska didn’t deserve it?
“Yes,” she replied, her voice sounding more confident than she was. Silently, her mind was screaming no. The trauma would overwhelm her. Franziska would see him again, and the suffering would be unbearable.
By offering herself to Maya – the one she loved and trusted more than herself – Franziska was offering herself to her past.
“Okay. You tell me immediately if you wanna stop, alright?”
Franziska nodded. There was nothing she could do. The urge to let her trauma dominate her was just too strong. If suffering from her past was what it took for Franziska not to be a bother to Maya, then she would suffer.
It would become even worse, but at least she would be happy to see Maya happy. If anything, it would give the pain some meaning.
Slowly, Maya lowered Franziska’s panties. Through all of her worries, the pleasure from Maya’s earlier foreplay had made her somewhat wet. At least, the prosecutor was relieved to know it wouldn’t be physically painful.
She had not been that lucky back then.
Being naked – even in front of her – was difficult. She was exposed, and Franziska had to remind herself that only Maya was there.
He wasn’t there.
The coldness of being suddenly naked made Franziska feel uneasy. Maya’s warmth didn’t reach her anymore. Slowly, she was beginning to sweat nervously. Inside, she was still screaming.
But her throat didn’t let any sound be heard.
“You’re beautiful, Franny,” Maya praised multiple times, kissing her girlfriend’s thighs.
Amidst the fear, these were words Franziska was happy to hear. However, they wouldn’t do her much once the time for suffering had eventually caught up to her.
Maya’s kisses reached closer to her private parts. Now, Franziska was starting to hear some sounds from the past. The insults and humiliations echoed in her head louder than the sound of Maya’s kind words.
It was different, of course. After all, back then, there had not been any soft kisses on the girl’s thighs or praise being uttered to make her feel more confident. It had been nothing but raw violence meant to destroy every part of her.
And yet, even if the brutality wasn’t there, Franziska felt insecure and fragile. As if he could replace Maya at any moment and use her, just like he did back then.
In addition to the sweating, Franziska began to shake. This was as far as she was getting, and she was aware of that. Never had Maya been able to take her further down the path of recovery.
As much as Franziska wanted to get better, the cost to get there was just too dear. Despite what many people believed, the blue-haired woman had low self-esteem and self-confidence.
The prosecutor definitely did, but not the woman.
She was not willing to remember the past to move on from it. Perhaps it was stupid, but she just couldn’t. Actually, she knew that refusing Maya’s help was stupid.
After all, she already remembered the past. It haunted her in her nightmares every night, so how could she forget? Franziska knew what had happened to her, and she knew that forgetting was a wish she would never see granted.
The truth was harsh and coldly cruel, but it was what it was: the truth. It had happened, and the prosecutor would not forget it, no matter how much she wanted to.
But no matter what, she could not go down the path she knew was best. The mere thought had her choke on her own breath.
“You still okay, Liebe?”
Once again, Maya’s voice ended Franziska’s train of thought. Somehow, she had managed to miss that Maya had moved her lips above her nether lips, close to where her clit was.
It was clear her girlfriend’s voice was filled with concern. Franziska couldn’t blame her, honestly. After all, she had done nothing to ease off her worries.
Or rather, had not been able to do anything to ease off her worries. It was not the same thing.
“I know I’ve already told you this, but… if you wanna stop, you just tell me, okay? I want you to be comfortable, Franny. It matters to me more than anything.”
It obviously did, Franziska thought. She had come to expect this from her girlfriend. There was a reason Maya had won her heart, after all.
“I-I’m okay…” she lied, unable to admit the truth. In reality, all she wanted was to stop and cuddle with Maya forever.
Franziska didn’t know if she was being foolish, courageous, or both.
Maya frowned, visibly unconvinced. Still, she nodded solemnly. The prosecutor bit her lip, hoping she had not broken Maya’s trust.
Slowly but surely, the spirit medium began to lick at her clit. So far, with all of her willpower, Franziska managed to fight the urge to cry. Her breathing was heavier than usual, and she was on the verge of being overwhelmed, but she managed to keep up her façade.
A couple of moans left her lips as Maya’s tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves. The feeling itself was arousing, of course, but also traumatic.
Franziska began to scratch at her arm. Maya was turning into him, and she felt terrible. They were (obviously) not the same person.
One was her beloved, the other was her abuser. However, the feeling of tightness she was feeling was too familiar. More than mere nervousness, it was pure rejection.
She didn’t want this.
She was not ready.
A single tear rolled down her cheek as Maya began to eat her out. This was a battle Franziska couldn’t win. He had ruined her so much that her own girlfriend was someone Franziska couldn’t offer herself to.
It broke her heart.
“S-Stop, Maya… P-Please stop… I-I beg of you… D-Don’t hurt me…”
The teenage Franziska looked through her wardrobe. It was filled to the brim with expensive clothes. They were not the clothes you would usually expect to see in a teen girl’s wardrobe, but she was a von Karma.
Perfect people dressed differently, after all.
“Hm, Papa said we had a prestigious family over for dinner tonight. I should choose my clothing accordingly.”
In the end, the young prosecutor chose one of her most chic attires. She needed to look the part to show her family’s dominance.
“Well, to go get changed now. Mein foolish Bruder will be waiting if I don’t hurry.”
Franziska turned around to go prepare in the bathroom. However, she actually didn’t. A strong pair of hands on her shoulder stopped her from making any move.
“W-Who…?! Y-You fool!” she exclaimed, deciding that Miles was getting a thousand whiplashes for this joke in bad taste.
Now, as foolish as this was, it was a joke. All jokes came to an end eventually, so Franziska would soon be free from her restraints.
…right?
“S-Stop this-!”
Her cry was muffled by a hand on her mouth. Now, this was worrying. It wasn’t in Miles’s taste to take a joke that far.
It wasn’t even in his taste to make jokes in the first place.
Franziska’s thoughts were all over the place. Whoever was doing this to her, her Papa would hear about it! Wasting her time was a grave mistake for anyone living under the von Karma roof.
“Now, you shut up, or things will get very ugly. Understood?”
The voice sent shivers down her spine. In her confusion, Franziska didn’t even identify whose voice it was. All she knew was that she was stuck in place, her mouth covered.
Panic overtook her.
“Mmmm-!”
She tried to scream nonetheless, but with very little success. The sound was too muffled for anyone to hear a thing. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt the tip of something hard between her legs.
“You little bitch… Not acting so cocky now, are you? Miss Princess von Karma’s not feeling so confident anymore, is she?”
Again and again, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Despair invaded Franziska as her voice became weaker and weaker against the unknown man’s hand.
She doubled her efforts to get away from the threatening grip when a hand was moved to lower her trousers. Suddenly, it was getting difficult to breathe. Whoever the man was, he was a hundred times stronger than Franziska could hope to be.
“I’m going to rape you until you bleed, you get that? You’re a fucking whore, Franziska von Karma. I’ll humiliate you until I’ve obliterated every last bit of your foolish pride.”
Franziska shook and shook, but to no avail. Within seconds, the girl’s pants were on the floor, and so was her underwear.
She could not think straight. This couldn’t be happening.
She was Franziska von Karma, perfect daughter to the perfect Manfred von Karma. Her future was filled with the promise of reigning on top of the justice system.
Right now, however, she was nothing but a weak fourteen-year-old being pinned against a wall by an unknown man. Her fragility quickly caught up to her.
And so she cried and screamed and begged.
This was too cruel. Whoever was putting Franziska through this, she loathed them to death. What had she done to them to warrant such cruelty?
Before she could answer that question, the young prosecutor was pushed against another wall with force. She truly understood the gravity of her situation when she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled.
N-No… N-No…! N-NO…! N-NOOO!!
The tears doubled, tripled, quadrupled from her eyes as a pain sharper than anything she’d ever felt coursed through her body. It was more than horrible: it was unbearable.
Of course, her cry went unheard, although she was screaming her heart out. Someone had to save her. Someone had to save her from the loneliness.
Perhaps she was mean to the servants of the von Karma household, but Franziska knew someone still needed to help her. They had to get her out of this hell on earth.
Every thrust felt even more painful than the last. There was nothing humane in the man abusing her. Franziska was a cruel teen, but she would not even fathom hurting someone to their core like this.
Her ears picked up on the sound of moans. The bile went up to her throat as she tried to throw up. Every part of her frail body was aching as she was raped without any remorse.
Before long, she didn’t have the strength to even resist. The pain was too consuming, and she realized her situation was hopeless. Whatever she had done to this man she could not even identify, he had decided to ruin her.
At this moment, Franziska wanted to die. She had no place in a world where someone had taken her dignity away. Years of building up her pride as a von Karma were being ruined.
Destroyed.
Obliterated.
Shattered.
Demolished.
Crushed.
Her teary eyes caught sight of a picture frame on her desk. It was a picture of her, Miles, and Manfred. It meant a lot to Franziska, who knew every detail of it.
Her family was her pride, and the name von Karma brought a happy smile to her lips. However, she would never be able to smile again.
Life would never be the same, given she found the strength to keep on living.
What were minutes seemed like hours. Franziska felt dirty, useless, inhumane. The teen barely even registered the moment when a disgusting liquid filled her. The sound of her tears was the only thing she could hear.
The pain was the only thing she could feel.
Death was the only thing she could think of.
“You’re lucky that staying here longer would arouse suspicion, bitch. I’ll be back, though; you can count on that.”
And as quickly as he had come, the man was gone.
He had entered with intent.
He had left with her dignity.
Franziska shook and cried. In her confusion, her knees gave out, and she fell to the floor. Why had this happened? Why had this happened to her?
She bled, too. The hurt to her soul was immense, but so was the physical pain. Franziska felt like her body wasn’t hers anymore. It had been sullied and stolen by someone else.
Her skin felt filthy. Her blood felt impure. Her hair felt dirty. The air she breathed felt polluted.
Everything just felt so gloomy and dark. There wasn’t a single bit of light anywhere.
“Franziska? Are you in there? Everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”
His voice ringed in her ears like an unmissable glimmer of hope. Too often did she mock or insult him. Only now did Franziska realize how much Miles meant to her.
She needed to hug him, keep him as close as possible, possibly forever. The warmth of a loved one; she needed to feel it more than anything. Needed to be told she wasn’t dirty.
He was just as emotionally detached as she was, but he would understand, right? He would understand her pain and save her from it, right? Perhaps he wouldn’t make things better, but he would do his best to fix them, right?
It wasn’t much, but Franziska’s crying slowed. The teen was happy to know that she and Miles lived under the same roof. This was the first time in her life feeling this.
If she could tell him what had happened, there was a chance he would be able to help her! Perhaps he could even find who had done this to her and stop him somehow!
She just needed to reach him! With the strength she had left, Franziska stood up. She put on her clothes again, her hands shaking in terror. Moving even a muscle felt like a herculean task.
“I-I’m comi-“
“Franziska! Get out of this room this instant! How dare you make me wait?!”
And just as quickly as it had appeared, her hope had been taken away. The strength she had managed to pick up was gone.
The voice was strict, although not cruel. It was usual. A voice Franziska followed and believed in because it was in her nature to follow it. She was a von Karma, through and through.
But this voice would never whisper words of comfort in her ear. It would never understand the pain she had felt, both emotionally and physically. It would never grant her the tools to rebuild herself.
She was alone. Alone in the big, wide world. It had never felt so daunting as it did now.
And thus, she forced herself to wipe the tears from her eyes. She grabbed her outfit and changed as quickly as she could. Life was unfair at every turn.
Even taking a deep breath was impossible. The air of the room was one Franziska would always choke on now.
She knew she looked like a mess, the polar opposite of perfection. The family visiting them would laugh at her. In a few seconds, Manfred would scold her furiously. Miles would furrow his brow but wouldn’t dare speak a word.
A shame to her family. A laughing stock. Maybe even a slut.
Franziska felt she was all of these things now. But maybe she had deserved it. Maybe there was a reason she had been targeted. After all, she probably had it coming, acting all arrogant.
Perhaps it was time for her to be put in her place. Yeah, all of this was her fault. She had asked for it. How dare she even complain?
She opened the door, deciding she would never step inside this room again. At some point during the dinner, she would excuse herself. Then, she would take her own life in one way or the other.
The how didn’t matter to Franziska. She would figure it out later.
“Finally! A von Karma is never late, Franziska! Don’t you dare disappoint me this way ever again!”
The sound of Manfred’s cane hitting the floor startled the young prosecutor. Franziska did her best to fight the tears back. She was only successful knowing failure would earn her more of her Papa’s fury.
“J-Ja, Papa…”
Her words were muttered weakly.
“S-Stop, Maya… P-Please stop… I-I beg of you… D-Don’t hurt me…”
Manfred had died, unaware of what his daughter had gone through. Miles had not found the courage to stand up to his mentor and speak up. Franziska figured he knew something was wrong but didn’t want to bring it up.
Unfortunately, he had been true to his word. For two years, Franziska’s life had been hell. Of course, she had not been able to kill herself. She had been close many times, but it was just too difficult.
The will to let go of everything was strong, but Franziska didn’t have the guts to stop living. Perhaps they were few, but some people cared about her. Heck, she had even found a girlfriend she loved more than anyone!
Abandoning these people was more than Franziska could do.
And slowly, step by step, the prosecutor had rebuilt her life. She had left hell, but it had undoubtedly scarred her for the rest of her life. The trauma refused to leave her alone, even for a second.
At best, she had just learned how to deal with it on a daily basis. It didn’t make it any less hurtful, but it didn’t bar her from enjoying the little things in life. However, the bigger picture was much, much uglier.
Even to this day, Franziska almost ripped her skin away when showering. Being alone in a room that wasn’t locked terrified her. Not having her whip on her around strangers made her feel insecure.
She figured life would never be the same, no matter how much Maya tried to help. Franziska recalled how difficult it had been to tell Maya her story. She had broken down in tears, imploring the spirit medium not to leave her.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Franny… I could never do that…”
There was something in Maya’s voice that broke Franziska’s heart. She trusted Maya with every cell in her body, yet there were times even this wasn’t enough. When the past resurfaced, Franziska couldn’t even trust herself.
“I-I’m scared… I-I can’t do this, Liebe…” the prosecutor said, tears leaving her gray eyes and rolling down her cheeks. “I-I feel like he’s there, about to abuse m-“
For some very long seconds, silence invaded the bedroom. Indeed, Franziska was silenced by a hungry kiss from her girlfriend. She wasn’t given a moment to breathe as Maya captured her lips almost forcefully.
Franziska’s instincts were begging her to pull away as soon as possible. It was overwhelming, being kissed like this. The prosecutor found herself short on breath after only a couple of seconds.
It didn’t take her more than this to panic. This feeling of being the victim of someone else’s choice, of not having a word to say about what happened to her… felt all too familiar.
But there was something in the way Maya was kissing her that was unique. Something in how her lips tasted. Something in how her tongue danced with hers so softly.
Something that made it that pulling away now would be the worst mistake of Franziska’s life.
And so, she kissed her back. Almost begrudgingly, actually. She has no right to enjoy this. The memories were supposed to take away any bit of enjoyment Franziska could get from life.
He was supposed to have broken every piece of her down until nothing was left. Standing up again was supposed to be an impossibility for her. Even if she could feel love, Franziska was sentenced not to enjoy it forever.
“L-Liebe…” Franziska muttered, her heart beating faster than ever before. “K-Kiss me again.”
At this precise moment, the prosecutor felt something inside of her change. She had no time to dwell on it, but for a split second, the memories were gone.
For a brief, glorious instant, Franziska was happy again. She was free from the curse of her past and felt liberated. And for that one moment that was over almost before it had even happened, Franziska decided to fight.
She would fight tooth and nail. If it took sweat, she would give blood. If it took effort, she would give a struggle. If it took a minute, she would give whole decades.
This was how much she wanted it, desired it. How much she wanted to liberate herself from her abuser’s grip.
The way Franziska spoke reflected her newfound confidence and determination. She was done suffering. Her life had sucked for way too long for her to let it suck anymore.
Tomorrow would be a new day. Finally.
If she couldn’t get her dignity back, then she would at least give it her best shot. Perhaps it would be fruitless and pointless. At least, she would be able to die knowing she had tried.
And if nothing could outmatch Franziska’s will, nothing could ever hope to outmatch Maya’s happiness. For years, she had dreamed of this moment. Begged every God known to Kurain Village for Franziska to free herself from her past.
“You bet I can do that, Franziska von Karma.”
Franziska was about to pinch herself. She couldn’t let herself be uncertain. If this had turned out to be a dream, it would be the most heartbreaking outcome of them all.
“Let me do it, Franny.”
The prosecutor chuckled. If one could die from sweetness, Maya’s voice would have killed her long ago.
“Ow! Y-You didn’t have to do it so hard, you fool!” Franziska exclaimed, wincing in pain.
Maya shrugged. “Well, at least now you’re sure, right? This wasn’t a dream, Franziska. And you can’t even imagine how glad I am it wasn’t.”
The spirit medium embraced her as tightly as she could. Their naked forms pressed against each other. Their sweat was mixed, and their warmth was exchanged. Franziska could feel the beat of Maya’s heart against her chest.
It was an absolute mess.
“T-This is thanks to y-“
“This is thanks to no one but yourself, Franny. Don’t you dare say I had anything to do with it.”
For a moment, no one said a thing. Franziska wanted to believe that, that she had been strong enough on her own to fight back. Still, it was wishful thinking.
“I can’t even imagine how difficult it was for you. How terrible all this pain must have felt. What I do know, however, is that you fought your own battles, Franny. You deserve this. You deserve every little bit of enjoyment in life. You deserve every little bit of my love. You deserve every little bit of happiness waiting for you, Franny.”
Franziska teared up again. She loved this woman way too much.
“T-Thank you, Liebe… I… I needed that.”
“Of course you did. What kind of lousy girlfriend would I be if I didn’t even help you?”
Not five minutes before, Maya had been eating Franziska out with energy, licking and kissing at all the good spots. Her fingers were inside Franziska’s pussy, reaching as far as possible to bring her to the strongest orgasm possible.
Now, she was whispering soft words in her ear. If she didn’t know better, Franziska would think this was another girl entirely.
“Well, time for sleep now! All of this lovemaking has made exhausted me! Good night, Franny! Love you!”
Maya wrapped her arms around Franziska’s neck with a loud yawn, bringing her even closer. She pecked her on the cheek and closed her eyes.
Franziska smiled fondly as her girlfriend didn’t waste any time falling asleep. She snuggled against her neck, smelling the scent of her perfume mixed in with the sweat.
The past was still there, and Franziska knew it was there to stay. However, she had found the weapons she would need to fight it. Would she ever be perfectly alright again, she didn’t know.
However, she knew that she had taken her life back. She had never deserved this. She had never been a shame to her family, a laughing stock, or even a slut.
Perhaps her past self had been arrogant and bratty, but nothing could ever justify what she had lived through.
Her body had never been dirty. Even if it had, Maya had cleansed it of all its impurities.
She had never been alone. For years, her friends had been by her side, living life with her. Tomorrow, her friends would still be here, accepting her for who she was, and not for what had happened to her.
“No matter what you say… I couldn’t have done this alone, Liebe. You are the one who was by my side every time I cried. You are the one who hugged me every time I needed it. You are the one who loved me enough for me to love myself again. No matter what you say… without your love, I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere, Maya.”
He had taken her dignity, pride, will to live, honor, and flesh and soul. He had forever scarred Franziska’s heart.
But as she cuddled with her beloved, the blue-haired girl retrieved something. Not found, but retrieved.
Franziska had not just found hope.
For hope had never left her.
The End.