emmanuelle was a girl.
she lived in the fifth house on her street. she had long jet black hair which she often wore in a lazy bun. she had a short haired ginger cat named muffin. her life was not overly interesting. but it wasn't particularly good either.
luke was a boy.
he lived in the ninth house on his street. he had dirty blonde hair which he often neglected to style. he had a staffy named molly. his life was as he would describe it 'pretty average'. but it could definitely get better.
on the fifth day of september, both emmanuelle and luke attended their first group therapy session at the lesterworth private hospital. both absolutely dreading it. they entered the small stuffy room with the ugly blue walls and the uncomfortable plastic chairs placed in a misshapen circle. they sat down, not particularly close to each other, but not particularly far away.
and then it began.
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melancholy l.h
Fanfictionshe was always sad and he was never happy but that was just the way things were. 2017 @playmyheartluke
