Everybody fooled Care, for her own good.
All those days, Care was blindfolded by Mundanity, guarded by Pride who always told her the tales of the cruel world.
Past midnight, Bravery went weak in the knees, eyelashes of Self-Pity weighed down with sleep and no matter how desperately Pride shouted warnings from behind, Care was already at the door, wearing her stilettos and wine red lipstick she had borrowed from Lust.
Care walked away in the dark night and by morning she returned teary eyed, Disappointment at her heels.
'What's wrong?' Self-Pity asked sympathetically.
'He says he doesn't care. He loves only Lust.' Disappointment replies.
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