𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝.
𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚙𝚜.
Even if Vaire Warrens had a map or GPS, she'd still be scared. She's scared of big cities with yellow taxis and she's scared of electric blue skies and mountains and small towns. Empty highways, the lazy houses by the seaside, the red-bricked University of Alaska, her new job at the coffee store on Exit 39―she was scared of all those things.
She's even scared of the delivery guy that delivers to the café. Scared of re-connecting with her mom after all those years she'd been in New York. Scared of her new, creaky, cabin house that can't keep the Alaskan chill out even if it tried.
Lastly, she was scared of loving. Seward, with its endless snowfall and midnight sun and all its wilderness―surely it'd be a town that was too small to fit the amount of love she would find.
i've been thinking about this for a while now, i'm just too scared to write it.
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i've been thinking about this for a while now, i'm just too scared to write it
Teen FictionHe leaned his hands on the table, watching her, his lips tilted into a small smile. His gaze lowered as she stopped to stand in front of him, pulling the earphones free from his ears. She pressed her temple to the centre of his chest, placing an ea...
