Elodie's life has been marked by trauma, abuse, and silence. From the devastating loss of her mother to the exploitation by her father and later her boyfriend Daniel, Elodie has learned to navigate the darkness by numbing herself with drugs and self...
I love Fridays. With only four classes standing between me and the weekend, it felt like freedom was just within reach. The week had been odd, though. Eli and I hadn't spoken since the kiss, and strangely, I didn't mind. Honestly, who knew what would happen if I found myself inches away from him again? Still, I missed his presence.
To fill the time, I would spend hours painting—my escape. Just me, perched on a stool, surrounded by canvases, paint, brushes, and soft music drifting through the room. I had at least three masterpieces by now, each one pulsing with emotion, as if the colors carried my feelings better than I could.
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That day, my thoughts were consumed by memories of my mother. She had such a love for colors, and this outfit I wore felt like a tribute to her—a reflection of our Caribbean roots, wrapped in the vibrant greens of the leaves that always seemed to surround her.
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This day was an especially emotional one for me. I felt overwhelmed by everything—there was so much left unspoken, so much unresolved, and it felt like I was carrying it alone. The skies above were a perfect shade of blue and the world around me was alive with beauty, but beneath the surface, where no one could see, the storm inside me raged on.
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And this one speaks for itself.
Penn: I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever!
Penn exclaimed, while wrapping her arms around me from behind.
