INTRODUCTION

                 Aurora hadn't grown up with a silver spoon shoved in her mouth. But she did have the privilege of an ivory roof towering above her head, holding the bubble of love between her family tight. With a brother that'd kill for her omnipresent protection and a father that wrapped her up with constant affection. 

                           She didn't expect for it to come an end so quickly.

A few months later, the girl was speeding out of shops, overflowing bag of illicit cash in the crook of her arm. The art of crime had the power to pump a surge of adrenaline through her veins, distracting her from the outcome of that night. Her mind's sole preoccupation was to skim past the strike of law. It was all that mattered in those last minutes that fate relied on. 

                         Now, Aurora wasn't totally heartless. She had simply trained her body not to develop any form of attachment.

When the news about her father had come to her knowledge, her world collapsed. Every puzzle piece that had been carefully arranged together by the flight of agile hands fell to the ground. All because of the pierce of four bullets through the light air and the layers of an innocent man's skin.

                    This was why she made the gun become part of her. She held the lethal weapon with irrefutable precision and fierce ambition, gluing it to a trembling forehead with the will of dedication.

                   The girl's subconscious was maybe just waiting for someone to delicately open her up again. To make her feel. So was her brother, waiting for the person that would have the capacity of triggering the genuine golden of her laughter once again.

                    In the meantime, meaningless sex and illegal affairs was enough to entertain the brunette. Everyone wanted to have a glimpse inside of her velvet bones.

Aurora had the power to make anyone fall underneath the venom of her spell, a fire burning through her cascading blood and an intensity that twinkled the depth of her wandering gaze. Her beauty was like the very sharp edge of a knife.

                                Oh, Aurora, please kiss me where it hurts. I only want the violence of your lips on my dying skin. A last moment of euphoria before the maroon curtains close.