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A royal's secret charm school, hidden secrets, and an angsty enemies to...
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❝oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you crying at the lake was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? oh, and if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide❞
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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
CHAPTER FIVE: THE HEIGHTS / BITTERSWEET
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Louis
Looking at everything now, from a hindsight vision-like view. I wonder how I got here, roomed with my worst enemy, on his home soil.
The shift nearly took me by surprise, so much I narrowly even knew what it was, what was 'the shift', it was a feeling, fleeting nevertheless, but real in its own right. All righteous for all who believed. Time blended seamlessly like an expert seamstress, no flaws, no cuts, no healed scars. Perfectly symmetrical skin, so much you could slip into normalness and forget the madness of it all.
And perhaps, that was the very definition of insanity, but no, I was simply slowly being enveloped in his snare, completely aware of a plan of my own. Harry and I's room quickly became shared, between breathless grumbles, insults and petty arguments, it became routine. As much as we both loathed it.
So much I'd nearly evaded the shift, the shift from late September, heady October and now frostbitten forever love November had quickly snuck upon us, closely on our tails...but also alluding us all the same.
But there was still the question, how the two of them were connected. There seemed to be no connection between them, yet fused all the time, unlike 'the shift' they seemed forced together with a very strong glue, rather than an ever-permanent stitch, like Harry and I, as ironic as it is.
