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Madelaine

    That whole rant was just to distract me from an even weirder than weird thing. A picture of Eloise, in all of her glory, hanging in a frame atop the fireplace mantle. I almost broke down into tears when I saw it.

    I don't know what that picture means, but the way she smiles, her naturally pointed ears... all of her features are the same as when I left her.

    My best friend, my ride-or-die, my other half. The one true love of my life when men let us down. The only constant after I left Drake, my mom, my brothers, my childhood behind in that run-down apartment building in Newark.

    How do they know her? How? Is she really from here? Is this the real place and what I thought was my home was actually the simulation? So many fucking questions. But if this was a sim and I was just kicked out of it, then maybe she was too. I need to find her.

    And no way in hell will I let these "people" know just how close Eloise is to me. People figure out a weakness and they use it every chance they get. I will not become someone's marionette doll again. 

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felt like being a dramatic girlie for today

luv that for me

and no, i am not sorry for the short chapter because this is basically an extra part of chapter 2+2

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