'Turn your head and let us go, I'll learn to breathe on my own.'
When pursuing dreams trumps love, soulmates are forced to separate on bad terms but there'll forever be something tying the memory of their love to Lennon Elliot, two small versions o...
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Whispers
Laughing
Pointing
It was an endless game of seeing who could make Aoife Delany feel the most isolated. She was forced to pack up the only life she'd ever known, forced to say goodbye to the friends who'd stuck by despite her timid nature. They were moving to an unknown area where everything was bright but scarily different.
Change for a young child is the absolute most terrifying thing, anything new and shiny that might seem most exciting for an adult with experience in the world is hands down the easiest way to make someone of such a young age so uncomfortable.
She felt like an outsider. The pint-sized child felt as though her presence in this small town was something so wrong, that she wasn't allowed to breathe a certain way in case it was wrong – fear condemned her to be even more quiet than normal.
With parents who strived for work, revolving their lives around how much they could cram into a day it meant now that when their youngest child was out of diapers and could fend for herself in the world she was deprived of the love that they chose to put into their jobs. She was too young to understand a normal workload truly but it was evident that the amount of stress they willingly put themselves under wasn't the same for every family.
It was the ultimate worst birthday present the natural blonde had ever received- walking into a new school full of staring eyes and judgmental expressions. The shake in her little knees was almost unbearable, this wasn't her first brush with experiencing symptoms of anxiety and it certainly wouldn't be her last.
Kids lined the halls, all ranging in age wondering about the new girl whose anxious eyes were frozen forwards like an innocent deer trapped by the glare of hot headlights.
Whispers
Laughing
Pointing
They simply refused to cease even though her extreme anxiety was evident.
Aoife, who was the coming age of eight, wished to bury herself deep in her Hello Kitty duvet that remained with the lingering smell of home.
Ella, Aoife's older sister by three years, was just as petrified but focused on one task- making sure her baby sister was alright. She sensed Aoife's anxious state and kept her arm slung around the girl's shoulders.
After being forced to grow faster beyond her years when her little sister was born, she'd sadly become accustomed to being the one who noticed any negative emotions coursing through Aofie. She'd been there when her parents broke the news about moving, as much as she tried to listen to what left her father's mouth all she could focus on was the way they both ignored their baby's teary eyes and pouting lip of fear.
