At that Moment, I understod;perfectly.
When she said she was scared of life, she wasnt scared her life would end.
She was utterly terrified it wouldn't. Her pain was unmistakeable, yet her beauty was blinding. She hid it so well, yet you wouldnt need to peel back a single layer and you would see the raw, infectiouse agony that enveloped her heart daily.
She his her bruises with a dust of make up and long sleeves. She faked a smile and faked a laugh. But I heard her real laugh. I seen her real smile. But not enough.
Avalon didn't deserve to die. Not the way she did. Not by the hands of her deranged brother. Not at the sharp end of a blade.
Not so early.
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The Girl At The Back Of The Library
Historia Corta"What you will come to learn about me is I'm a deeply depressed soul. Locked away, being reserved for the devil himself to take the chains, wrap them around my throat and suffocate every bit of humanity out of me. Then and only then will people unde...
