As Sonetto watched you do your work, she couldn't help but stare at a bruise on your face.

Sonetto was head-over-heels in love with you, you were just the perfect girl. She was a simp.

She was willing to kill for you, anything. She had pictures of you on her phone, walls, everything.

Sonetto kept staring at the bruise, the anger building inside of her as she thought of who did it.

"Who did it?"

She said through gritted teeth as you looked up from your work. She had an irritated look.