There was a time of freedom, once. Memories surrounded by a yellow haze of happiness, smiles that crinkle the corners of eyes. Willow trees on hills of grass she was allergic to, but it didn't matter. Arms of steel that wrapped around her and kept her safe from everything in the world that could go wrong. Dandelions and chrysanthemums in fields with grass that reached her waist. Hair tied into lopsided ponytails by hands that had no clue what to do and laughs that made people laugh along. Times where she had seemed normal. Times that faded into hospital rooms, beeping lifelines, and arms made of paper mache, no longer steel. A tumor that takes her mother, a heartbeat that slows to a stop, and a girl who sat in the rain next to a gravestone with poorly carved words that told nothing but lies about the body underneath. There was a time where Follia had been sane? What an odd oxymoron.
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The Names of Follia
RomanceFollia- Dealing with the loss of her own sanity and the people around to see it, and losing the only thing she's ever wanted- Love.
