trixie usually wished she was dead, thinking she had nobody but only herself. it would be the end of the day and she would be sat on that old brown couch watching outside the dusty window.
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trixie was just like joyce's eveline: all that she wanted to do was to escape from the reality she didn't want to be inside and go away with a loved one; but then she would cling to the barrier of the past and never get to smell the future.
how many times she mentioned in her head her parents, the lost people she wanted to be with for her whole existence; that is why she didn't want to be alive anymore.
she could only close her eyes and remember her mother playing with her curls just in front of trixie's face while her father would be picking her up and smile at her.
she just wanted to feel those lost one's arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe.
trixie never thought about living this long without them, since they were the only people she would have been dead for; but they were already gone.
there was nothing on this earth, but herself.
the whole world was grey and she couldn't find a painter to color her own inner soul.
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and she would still be watching the city outside the dusty window, with her cup of tea in the right hand and a blanket in her left one.
she would come back to the reality when all of those intrusive thoughts would stop harassing her.
"what a lovely night" she used to think, looking at the sky full of little shiny and bright stars. "there you are"
the moon would appear in all its beauty, half covered by a white could.
trixie would smile at the silvery circle and softly fall asleep, while her right hand would still be filled with the cup of tea.
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she would dream of blue eyes and golden backgrounds.
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blue gems • trixya
Fanfictionfrom the text "you sing to the moon?" she asked lifting trixie's chin. she nodded. "yea i do" katya smiled and put a streak of curly hair behind trixie's ear, her hand was following the line of her jaw and her digits were barely touching trixie's pa...
