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CARINA LYRA BLACK could not hear the subtle harmony the wind carried anymore, twisting and turning in the sky, after Marlene had left her. She could not hear the music in the gentle ripples of the crystalline lakes, or the amusing yet therapeutic hum of the leaves as it fell onto the moist mahogany soil.
SHE COULD NOT find solace in her sweet guilty pleasures, not even succumbing to the cheerful attitude of her older brother Sirius, her demeanour haunting their house like a looming wisp of death.
CARINA LYRA BLACK was damaged, for she was the broken shards of once loved mirrors, thick clouds of loneliness carrying her to the gates of insanity.
SHE NEEDED MARLENE, but Marlene was not there. Marlene Mckinnon would never enter her life again.
AND IT HURT LIKE HELL.
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DEAREST MAR ━━ marlene mckinnon
Hayran Kurgua series of letters from carina black to her deceased lover, marlene mckinnon MARLENE MCKINNON © 2021 chvsingdreams
