"You're beginning to sound like the person you vowed never to become."
This is the story where one wrong decision leads to a dozen of others. Even if Scarlett tries to compensate for everything she's done, it all spirals downward.
i S I N C E R E L Y apologise for unpublishing the chapters - it's because i had to rewrite it.
so, i'm trying to edit and piece togetherthe story that i have in mind & even make it a lot more decent - I guess? though, i'm still working my way towards my desired writing voice, i hope that you would like how the editing turned out; even if it meant a few tweaks here and there. if you would want to, please vote and comment your feedback so that my day would be made. thank you xx
[for sevval, one of the writers that i've looked up to on a spiritual level & i can't believe that i actually talk to!]
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01 :opia
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"I am translucent, aquatic. Drifting, aimless. She is an anchor, sinking in my sea."
- Benton James Kessler
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opia:
[n.] » the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable-their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque-as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there's someone standing there, but unable to tell if you're looking in or looking out.
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IN MOST CIRCUMSTANCES, I WOULD'VE EASILY DODGED the idea of reminding myself of what I've been through over the past two years.
Those carefully suppressed memories were buried way too deep inside of me. I knew that it would take way too long before I had stopped them from coming back as hallucinations or even as flashbacks, once more. However, being under the influence won't help me one bit.
Chugging down all the contents of the vodka, the bittersweet aftertaste burned my throat and dissolved its way down my stomach. The torrent of emotions suddenly calmed down, only to be replaced by the woozy feeling of being terribly intoxicated.
I was in the same old bar named Oblivion. It was near Costa Mesa but far away from home. It was just to make sure no avid pursuer would ever track me down. Unless, of course, given the proper tools and the proper method.
