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❛ feels like I've known you my whole life, i can see right through your lies i don't know where we're going. ❜ - are you bored yet? by wallows, clairo.
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IT HAS BEEN a skimming few months for luci. life with ethan wasn't the worst, but it wasn't her life.
she missed her home. her family, her friends, her school. luci knew that ethan compelled most of her loved ones to leave her alone, but a lingering hope that they didn't completely forget her whooshed around in her brain.
she wondered how they were doing, if they were okay. she hoped that they were okay.
hope.
it kept luci's soul tranquil. hope that that whoever was trying to kill her would give up so she could finally go home.
cuckoo wasn't a bad city, it cheerful actually. luci even made a friend, an old lady who owned a small flower shop. she reminded luci of her own grandmother, at least now, she wouldn't have to actually lie to her friends when they ask her about her grandma.
ethan was surprisingly good company. as days went by, lucianna grew more and more aware of how similar they actually were. so different, yet so alike. just like her and caroline.
they've even been practicing and evolving luci's magic. if she had no choice but to live amongst the supernatural, the least she should know was how to use her witch powers.
ethan had gathered a bunch of books on witches and spells for her, it was complicated at most. but luci waited patiently until she perfected the spell she was learning, for the sake of not accidentally blowing ethan's head off. the guilt would've consumed her.
he gifted her a diary on her birthday, the day he kidnapped her in. luci thanked him gratefully and though ethan thought she was just being polite, luci needed that.
she needed someone to remind her of how far she's come. and that diary was how she got out. how she held onto that glimmering hope that, it's going to be okay.
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september 26th, 2009. dear mom, i'm not supposed to send you this. so i'll just pretend. and i don't want you knowing all this anyway. but i'm doing fine, i turned 15 yesterday i'm sure you know.
i miss you, i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i can't be the way that you want me to be, like you.
cheerleading is your thing, you can't make it mine. being social is also what you wanted me to be, not what i wanted. i also didn't want to move houses because the memories of the old house were too good. and i realized that, i don't really like cupcakes. sure, i like baking them but they taste awful, no matter how i do it.
