𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏╰┈➤𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚; 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕.
in most ways, she was just like all of the other children at Grace Field orphanage. but in reality, she was nothing...
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-ˋˏ " The sky is crowded with stars, yet you, my love, shine the brightest of all. " ˎˊ-
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⬇ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ⬇
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I was 8, my legs trembled, my heart ached, but I couldn't figure out why I felt how I felt. I was sad and absolutely furious, but I didn't know why. I couldn't remember anything, so, why?
What was there to be sad about? After all, I'm being put in an orphanage with other children who are supposedly just like me. I didn't know what the black-haired woman meant by that, and I still don't to this very day. I assumed that day was sort of my 'awakening,' because everything before that is a complete blur, nothing more than the darkness hidden in the back of my mind. Frankly, I don't want to remember anything considering the things my mother informed me of.
"You were in a car accident," she says sadly, "Your parents, unfortunately, did not survive the crash. It was an extremely traumatic experience, you should be gracious that you cannot remember."
I stared at her with a plain expression, blinking, before returning my focus to the dirt path ahead of me. "Okay," was all I could bring myself to say. I was sort of frozen in disbelief, shocked at the words that were flowing so smoothly out of her heart-shaped mouth. I felt a tear rolling down my red cheek.
(I don't normally do author notes in the middle of my stories, but I just accidentally sent the whole story above to my family group chat. if they find this account I will kill myself <3)
