Lavender's hands grabbed at hershirt pulling it as if that would help her breathe better. The rapid reaction is only part of Lavender's life.
Tomorrow she would be leaving her home. Her safe haven. Tears fell from her eyes and traced the pale skin of her cheeks. Lavender grabbed the sink in her bathroom, knuckles white from gripping the granite.
Her mother and father were asleep already. She didn't want to go all the way downstairs to get water. Lavender Greene was an only child, she had gotten anything she would have wanted. A perfect life. Except for the fact that she had developed great anxiety throughout growing up.
Masking and hiding it from her parents, was the only option. Battling this on her own was never fun, the dark thoughts would often consume her nights.
Tomorrow was the beginning of a new era. College. One where she'd be able to expand her studious ways and began her life.
Or ruin your life.
Alone.
Lavender washed her face after the wave of anxiety pushed through her. Her stomach felt like it was in her throat. A bottomless pit was where her body was as she pulled the covers over her cold skin.
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L'Arte dell'Amore (Not Edited)
RomanceLavender has lived her entire life sheltered developing extreme anxiety, what happens when she moves away alone, and meets a professor who sees to her dependency. :') not edited, updates consistently- okay kinda consistently. tysm for giving my boo...
