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❛❛ SOME TOURIST ATTRACTION ❜❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
It was particular, staring into a mirror but in the reflection is someone who you don't know. When you grieve some, it glues to your skin, you're forced to stare at it each day. You can look straight, avoid staring at your skin but eventually you always look.
Sophia was trying to look away from the image of his body and focus on the girl she knew, the girl that was lost in magic and chaos but she was buried so deep under. Her eyes shot back to the books scattering her bed, she had been looking for a solution on her declared death but in each grimoire, each book - it declared her death to be his gain.
Her death, Sophia now understood why they were forced here. Sophia Stilinski would die and it would burn the supernatural.
Sophia wondered of Boyd, while her disappearance the father collected a box of items for the girl bought by his mother. Apparently in that slightly large box contained a letter
dedicated to her, written by his hands. Sophia couldn't bear to open it... at least not now.
"You okay?" Her eyes shifted in the mirror. Noah Stilinski had worn that face since she had returned a few days ago, he was petrified she once more vanished from his sight in grief.
Sophia wore a painted smile, pretending to be the image of a girl who knew happiness "I'm fine dad, really?" her feet shifted to meet his eyes "I'm fine"
"You don't have to pretend you aren't" Noah reassured, stepping foot into the room " if you weren't, if you needed more time"
"I don't" her voice was sharp, declaring her intentions "I'm fine, really. Thank you for your concern, but I'm good, three days free of mental breakdown." she held her hands, symbolising her clean hands "i'm fine."
Her breath held heavy, meeting the image of a girl who wore her face in the reflection. Sophia's was prepared, all would stare at her with pity, watching her as a tourist attraction.
