⠀ : ⠀ ❝ 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 . . . ❞
━━━ ( 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙳𝙰𝙸𝚁 )
❝ my 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 is an 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧
you can 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 take off
no 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 how many 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺
𝙮𝙤𝙪 tell me the 𝐖𝐀𝐑 is 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 . ❞
━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈�...
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THE TRAIN WAS QUIET. Night had fallen and Nesryn had been unable to find the comfort of sleep in the dark hours. Her restlessness peaked when the rain started to roll down her windows, a fitting tribute to her tears. Nesryn's legs lifted her out of her bed and carried her through the various cars of the train.
Her fingers traced the patterns across the walls as she walked. The rain clamored loudly, pounding against the roof of the train as if it was trying to get in. Instinctively, Nesryn found herself in the last train car containing the greenhouse, maneuvering around the large plants as she tiptoed.
