BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
I think I've seen this film before... And I didn't like the ending.. You're not my homeland anymore... So what am I defending now? You were my town. Now I'm in exile, seein' you out... I think I've seen this film before...
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All this time.. I never learned to read your mind... (never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around... (you never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign... (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs!
You didn't even see the signs!
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[⚠ T/W: Anxiety and panic attacks, self medication]
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Rory~
I could not do anything more than just block them all out.
It was my mistake.
They do not have to suffer for my actions.
I locked the door of my bedroom and slumped my back against it. I was breathing so heavily that I thought as though all the oxygen in the world would fall short of helping me breathe. My heart was beating so fast and racing so hard, it felt as though I was having a severe cardiac arrest. The gaping hole in my chest ached. The tremors did not stop. I felt my whole body shake from the anxiety that refused to deteriorate.
I felt as though someone had plunged me into a pool with ice-cold water, with my arms and legs tied up and a weight pulling me further underwater. I was drowning.
Just like I drowned in the stormy sea that evening.
Only this time, no one will come to save me. Not even Rafe.
I sobbed out, my hand resting against my sternum as I felt the disastrous vibrations of my unrelenting sobs. My vision was blurring as tears fell.
All the happiness I felt an hour ago, with my friends, with having my twin brother and Sarah back home, vanished. It's ironic, how I can't even hold on by my fingertips to the rare happy moments I can find. Something always has to go wrong for me.
"Rory, open the door--"
"Coco, please, open the door!" I could hear John B and Sarah's loud, worried voices yelled, their fists banging on the locked door as it rattled behind me.
I wheezed hard, trying to gain composure and take deeper breaths. But all that I could do was whimper from the invisible pain, more and more. The ache did not falter. Rather, it grew further and spread itself in my veins.
