laughter.
it was times like these that she appreciated.
times where she and him got along together.
when they shared jokes and laughs, reminiscing about their days or past memories.
times that she wished would never end.
because after a while, things go back to normal.
"can't you do anything? god, you're so useless, you just sit on your phone all day with those stupid headphones in."
bang.
another wound.
but the thing is, he didn't understand.
he would never understand that her using her phone to listen to music, was something that helped her mental state.
again, the sound of a door slam resonates throughout the house.
she flinches at the loud sound.
lyra hates loud noises.
especially when her brother and her mother argue.
instead of listening, she plugs in her headphones and calms herself down.
because without the music, she would break down.
and too many panic attacks would lead to a dark road for her.
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General Fiction❝ i'm fine if you hurt me. as long as you're happy ❞ ➝ in which a girl strives to stay happy, despite the piercing words she receives. nonetheless, she only cares if he is smiling. ONGOING ©︎ cynxical
