┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "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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╭ ❛❛ I can't be your friend can't be your lover can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love
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CHAPTER FIVE MEMORIES
THIS CANNOT be understated: the feeling of total panic is one of the very, very worst in the world. When the world turns into a void, and all you wish to do is dig down into the Earth until your hands are tubular green leaves and your hair is moss. Disappearing totally is impossible. Vivienna remembers altogether too little, and entirely too much, and it's difficult.
Fresh air is easy to come by, but taking a breath of it is so very hard. Why is it so very hard? Why do we take such positions with so much emotion, such comfort when we hug our knees and sit curled up as if we are children again?
Perhaps it is because the best part of your life will always be your childhood- at least to Vivienna. When life was simple; when it was easy.
She will never again be able to close her eyes in the back of the car, memorizing every twist and turn as they drive the route back to a small house Vivienna knows like a painter knows their palette. Never again can she pretend to sleep so her father will carry her to her room, his soft cotton shirt muffling the laughs of her countless aunties speaking rapid Chinese.
