✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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and everything
works
out
the way
it's
supposed
to !
NO MATTER WHO YOU WERE, you were going to die.
No matter how strong, or how lucky you were, death always came. Either unexpected, or not. Death had become a norm for the end of the world.
No one could escape it — the good, the bad. Not even the weak, who took it upon themselves to inherit whatever remained in the ashes of their crumbled Earth. Their demise would have come, either way.
She wished it could be different.
Different, per say, before the girl who fantasized on a lulling blue moon, would meet her very own bright, glorious sun, in the form of her own absent dream. For, dreams were only stories consisting inside of the realm of sleep, known as mere fantasies that led to the creation of more realistic nightmares.
Illusions of an internal madness, that had been so ghastly to lead for the May Flowers to wilt, ever so slowly . . .
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annasophia robb . maella ( ella ) samuels
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