┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "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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╭ ❛❛ all that i did to try to undo it all of my pain and all your excuses i was a kid but i wasn't clueless someone who loves you wouldn't do this
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CHAPTER TWENTY FAMILY LINE
VIVIENNA WAS never quite sure who she looked like; she had neither her father's nor her mother's eyes, and her nose was not entirely like either of theirs too— not to mention her skin, which is pale like her father's but flushed as her mother's.
She has inherited her father's tendency to send calls to voicemail and her mother's ability to distinguish who is opening her door just from the way they pull on the handle. Most days, it seems as if she has inherited all the bad and none of the good.
Realizing her parent's flaws was akin to watching a deity fall to the ground; no longer could she place her mother on a pedestal, for she is no goddess, she is just a woman. But that can't be right, because Vivienna, too, is just a girl, and her mother is far more than she will ever be.
Her mother does so much— whether out of obligation or want, she cannot discern (and she doesn't know if she wants to). How can she differentiate between a cup of orange juice made of love versus duty, if she wants so badly for it to be of love? The heart sees what it wants to (though her brain is logical, and she curses it).
