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彡▐ .・❝ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍' 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖 ❞ ˊˎ-
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・❝ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍' 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖 ❞ ˊˎ-▃▃▃ ₀₀₀ 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚋 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

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𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 — 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑
𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚋 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

        ━━━━ summary !
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, the kook princess attempts to find herself this summer while also slowly falling back into the pouge's life.

     𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ' 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀' 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐙 was such a bitch—always had been, from the second she came into this world, kicking and screaming. She never wanted to see the world as anything but cruel. Like the time when she was eight—or was it nine? It didn't really matter. What mattered was that she found her mom dead. She remembered walking into the room, her mom's lifeless eyes staring back at her, and her whole world just... froze. She stood there, waiting for her to blink, move, do something. But she didn't. She couldn't. Her brother and sister pulled her away as their dad was on the phone with the cops. And in that moment, Nora realized what death really was: it wasn't dramatic. It wasn't loud. It was just... stillness. Cold and quiet. That was the moment her world tilted.

        From that moment on, a void settled in her chest. The world that was supposed to cradle her in silk, whisper sweet lies into her ear, was gone. Her mother was gone. She remembered the funeral—the way her eyes never strayed from the ground, afraid that if she lifted her head, her mom would be standing there, screaming at her, blaming her for it all. Asking her why she didn't save her. Because, as much as Nora wanted to keep pretending that the world could be kind, she knew. She'd already seen it burn in front of her eyes, feel the heat of it. The cruel reality, sharp and unforgiving, had marked her. And she couldn't forget that. Couldn't escape the sting.

 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑! , john b routledge Where stories live. Discover now