"I want my mom, not Isabel I mean she's great but I need Mom. And I hate being told a slut it makes me feel like one. And I feel so fucking depressed. And I don't want you to die. And my life is so damn unorganized. And I bet I'm going to hell because I swear but I can't help it," Adlyn blurted.
After a moment of silence while Eve was thinking, it liked like Adlyn was going to get a response and she quickly cut off Eve by singing in a sweet, soprano voice: "She stood before you, broken and burning, she knew she was destined to die. She stood before you, tossing and turning, knowing that if she wanted to win she needed to lie."
"Adlyn," Eve whispered. "I don't want to die either but -" her voice caught and she cleared her voice, "-If I get sick again, don't get mad, please."
"But if you get sick again, you'll die."
"Probably. But I won't, don't worry, nothing major at least... I hope."
".... My point exactly. I'm already broken and if you die I'll shatter and be with you rather than keep cracking without you here."
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Solitude
Teen FictionTrigger warning. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE 4K VIEWS EVERYONE!!! IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME! LOVE YOU ALL. undergoing editing
