Hiraeth:
A homesickness for a home you can not return, a home which may never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past...
Athanasia as we know lived a normal life in Korea, what if she didn't, what if she was an...
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TW: Brief mentions of PTSD, OD, and alcohol
Previously on Hiraeth:
As she drinks, a cold breeze enters the building sending goosebumps up her spine. The breeze held a warning, almost a word of warning, to be aware that her life will change. And it did.
Viveka was always a different child. Orphaned, Intelligent beyond her years, a sense of age in her young eyes. Growing up she looked out for herself, as clique as it is, she never really did receive love. Just like her previous life as the princess Athanasia De Alger Oblia, of course, she didn't know that, not yet anyway.
Viveka always had a problem with migraines. She had been to many doctors as the migraines led to insomnia and eventually due to her PTSD nightmares. (Not sure if that makes sense but eh). So as she drank her alcohol and looked at the undone paperwork, she got a migraine.
"Ugh!" She ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair.
"Why can't I have a headache during this, and who opened a window!" She screamed at no one in particular.
As Viveka sat their she eventually succumbed to sleep, with the alcohol on her system she thought sleeping on her desk would be a good idea. To make sure she would not wake up again that night she grabbed six sleeping pills and her alcohol and chugged. As she fell into the darkness a voice whispered, " Good luck, Athanasia"
