AFTER Hero

Hello beauties 💗 How is everyone? How's your week going? Anything fun happening? Anything you want to talk about? I wish you the best.

REMEMBER,
"You deserve the affection that you kept trying to pour into others. You deserve the same motivation that you tried to inspire in others. You deserve the high of happy, without the low of sadness. You deserve the joy of being spoiled, without the catch of having to repay. You deserve the relaxation of trust, without the paranoia of betrayal. You deserve to be confident, without the reminder to be humble. You deserve to look at your reflection with eyes of awe, not judgment. You deserve to be held forever, not for a night. You deserve to be first, second, and third. You deserve to have everything you want. You deserve this power. It is who you are and who you will always be."

If you were Livia, how would you address the negativity from the fandom? Would you leave? Would you voice your opinion? Would you fire back? Would you tell Hero?

Make sure to keep up with the Playlist! Songs will be added at the end of every chapter, let me know your thoughts. WHAT songs remind you of Hivia?😍

Please continue to VOTE and COMMENT.

Thank you X ❤ much love, -Natalie

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I fly into a local convenient store, the first one in sight. The swarm of comments and the recent event at the pool with Kelsey won't fucking vanish no matter how hard I try to rid of it. It's too fresh, too raw in my mind. I swear I can hear each unfiltered remark drumming in my ears, one after another. It's an impending doom for me. People loiter at the gas pumps standing in boredom watching the numbers skid across the screen as fast as a puck on ice.

Part of my wishes I could click my heels and be with Hero. Trust me, I've tried. I keep darting my eyes to my feet in hopes to find ruby slippers. No glitter. No red. No magic.

When I enter the petite shop filled with colorful packaged snacks; cold as a fridge, I'm taken to a childish state of mind with the endless rows of cookies, candy bars, and crisps. I glance to a wall of smoke packs. The gold emblem glistens like jewels on a crown.

"One Marlboro Gold."

A girl with lips red as beetroot passes me a sly smile. She places the pack in my palm without asking for identification. I break the seal before I collect my receipt, and a wave of satisfactory rushes over me. The rolls are packed tight like sardines. I pinch one between my fingers and launch it between my lips.

"You're that girl." The cashier meets my eyes at the moment she sticks a ball of blue in her mouth. My cigarette dangles to the corner of my mouth, slanted to the floor when my lips pull into a frown. I release my coping mechanism and pass her a look of confusion.

Her teeth glide against the hard candy and my mouth salivates at the memory of my kiss with Hero at Fairy Pool. My bones feel like lightening from the reminder. I can feel the fire on my neck from his tongue, the blood surfacing beneath his teeth. Part of me wanted him to break the skin, and lick up a dollop of my blood. . . okay maybe that's weird, but there's something euphoric about the bizarre act that had my veins whispering at the thought.
She turns her nose down to her cellphone and absently rocks the white rod between her thumb and index finger then releases the sucker with a pop. A stamp of red litters the stick. Her lips look bruised in blue. She laughs and her tongue bounces in her throat matching the shade of the lollipop.