┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "Now this is the point- you fancy me a mad. But madmen know nothing.".
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Vivienna Elrod is having vivid dreams of a boy with long hair and a messy art studio- so vivid, in fact, she gets dragged right into his school; Nevermore Academy. Wit...
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╭ ❛ where have you been? do you know when you're coming back? 'cause since you've been gone i've got along but i've been sad.
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CHAPTER ONE REFLECTIONS
MOST OF the time, Vivienna Elrod doesn't feel very nice. Of course, you wouldn't be able to see that─ if you pulled ten people at random and placed Vivienna among them, she would blend in perfectly well. But her heart sags with the weight of a million secrets, like a piece of sodden-down laundry attached itself to her organ. Now, a parasitic relationship has formed, and Vivienna can't pull her heart away without losing a large piece of herself too.
The first time she'd ever felt it lifted, he was there.
He'd painted an orange on a blank canvas─ created something out of nothing, and for a moment, he became a god to her. She'd seen her father take knives to carve out hearts of apples and the skin of tangerines, the same way he'd picked up her heart and dropped it so many times it bruised into a fleshy, soft fruit.
As Vivienna stared at him, she imagined what he could do with her heart. Could he mold it into a strong woman, one who holds her head high? Create something out of something broken? Surely, it couldn't be harder than creating something from nothing, could it?
