❝And so she floated,
Further into a world of emptiness.
A void in which she would be trapped forever.❞
In a matter of seconds, everything Olivia and her friends had worked so hard to achieve had shattered like glass. Just when things had begun to wo...
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Light crept in through the slit between the two curtains that shielded Olivia's bedroom from the outside world. Whether it was dark or light out, it didn't affect her. She was fine sitting alone in her room, light bright or dim, as she sketched meaningless objects around her in her sketchbook. Ace watched her from where he lay at the edge of Olivia's bed, her eyes narrow as she focussed on the led that created marks all over the sketching paper.
He was happy watching her sketch, even if it meant she wasn't speaking. She didn't speak much these days anyway. She was kind of just there, either watching things as they happened or burying her head in her sketchbook. Ace had picked it up a couple of times– whenever he could get the chance, really. Every time she would step out of her room to get a snack or use the restroom, he'd take the opportunity to flick through the filled pages. Even though he knew every page almost inch by inch, he didn't get tired of going through it and taking it all in.
And not because her work was beautiful, although it was... But because it had changed so much. Her drawings had been expensive before– drawings of her dreams, of The Claw which had been like a second home to her after she'd befriended Nancy and her friends, of her aunt. Her lines before were thinner, more ragged and messy and like she had let her thoughts and emotions take control and her hand was but a mere assistant. But now, she drew slow, with thicker lines. She would stare at objects that surrounded her, and fill the page with whatever was to catch her eye first.
Her drawings hadn't just changed. She had changed too.
Ace wondered if it was in his head; none of his friends seemed to notice it or put much stress on it. But it couldn't be in his head– how did someone, over night, stop acting like they loved someone else. How could Olivia ignore the fact that he had told her he loved her on the phone?
What had happened to her that night?
Propping himself up on an elbow, Ace lifted his gaze to focus it on Olivia's face. "Hey, Liv."
"Yeah?" She didn't even look up from her sketchbook to address him.
"What exactly did you see when you had a vision that night?"
She shrugged and place the pencil down beside her. "Just a woman in a white dress, like I said before."
"You never mentioned a woman before."
"Why would I have a vision of a dress on its own?"
He pursed his lips and looked down. "I'm just trying to figure out what it could've meant."
"That a woman in a white dress is going to die?" Olivia suggested, entirely unbothered by the idea as she picked her pencil back up and scanned around the room to see what to draw next. "My visions were always premonitions of deaths."
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