Valeria was a rough lover, you liked that about her and knew how toxic it'll eventually get. She built up such thick and ice-cold walls, but you were determined to put even the slightest dent in it.

You were on her lap, waiting for her to finish work. One toned and tattoed arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding a pen.

You noticed her necklace, it wasn't any ordinary one when you looked much closer. It was a rosary, you recognized the wooden beads and the little metallic plate in the middle which had the Virgin Mary. The cross was missing, probably pulled off by the looks of the empty hook on where it should be.

Valeria was an old book glued shut, one that had so many pages that it would leave you curious. Vulnerability was a weakness and she was not weak, she wouldn't let you read her no matter how much she trusted you.