❝Oh, the secret night we promised never to speak of? That night?❞
❝Could you at least try to focus? We're looking for water, not testing the limits of my patience.❞
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known as the resident 'Pogue Captain', Laia wears her re...
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CHAPTER THREE ; PART TWO.
'Can't we do anything legal for money?'
LONELY LIKE A HARBOR LIGHT.
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"
screams and dreams – faye
So I wish upon a star,
And I promise I'll go far,
And I close my eyes at once,
And I hear a thousand songs.
"
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OUTER BANKS, SOUTH SIDE.
LAIA'S POV
Sleep was as elusive as ever, so I found myself tangled up with the journal instead. The night's quietude wrapped around me like a comforting shroud as I lost myself in its pages. Before I could blink, I'd devoured nearly half of the damn thing.
It was like the journal had been saving itself up, just waiting for me to stumble across it. Maybe it was all the secrets it held, or the sheer nostalgia of untapped adventures, but something was tugging at me from between those worn pages. It was a little eerie, actually. Maybe it was the way it held whispers of forgotten tales or hints of someone's innermost thoughts. Whatever it was, it was enough to draw me in deeper.
