𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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Evelyn rests in her bed, on her side. I sit beside her, near her knees, as she sleeps. Angel stands beside me, her arms crossed. We've been sitting in silence for the past ten minutes.
"I want to show you something." She's the first to speak as she walks around the bed, settling down beside Evelyn.
"Show me what?"
"You asked who Oliver was. I want to show you." She responds, grabbing Evelyn's arm and my hand.
"We're doing a head-dive?"
"More like a walk down memory lane. Only, they're her memories." She says. "She'll be there with us, but she'll be reliving them. She'll be at peace, reliving the memories, while you learn about Oliver." She explains.
"Isn't that invasive, though?"
"We don't have to do it. It's your choice."
She goes to let go of my hand, but I latch onto hers. "Fine. Let's do it." I say, and she nods. We both close our eyes and open our minds, allowing us to jump into her head.
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"How is this supposed to teach me about Oliver?" Xander asked, looking around at the high school track.
"This is one of her cherished memories of him. It's how they first met." Angel explained. He nodded slowly, continuing to look around.
High school students were scattered around, laughing and tossing footballs, volleyballs, soccer balls, ect.
"Did you see the new student?" A boy from the football team asked, looking at his friends.
A brunette in a team jacket snapped his head toward his friend. "What about her?"
"Bro, have you seen her? She's a total nerd." One of his other friends said, causing all of the others to laugh.
"I bet she'd be prettier if she didn't always wear those ragged clothes." The leader of the group chuckled.
"What does her looks have to do with anything? At least she's not wearing all that makeup like most of the girls in this school." The brunette said.
