𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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chapter fifty nine━going, going, gone season nine, episode one
❝i think a distraction would be good, today of all days.❞
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Throughout her whole entire life, she never learned to really, truly appreciate the mornings.
Growing up in Malibu, she had adored getting up before anybody else was awake to race down to the deserted beach with her surfboard in hand, bikini tan lines around her shoulders and waist, shell necklaces tied around her neck, sand catching against her ankles and filling her sandals before she kicked them off to take the plunge into the water.
Back then she never realised how much she would want to savour the minutes where everything in the world was quiet.
Maybe living by the lake made her appreciate it even more now, as the morning sun sent warm and golden reflections across the water she looked out on every morning ever since.
Aliya Levine brought her fresh mug of coffee to her lips, letting the steam flush her cheeks as she took a long sip.
She didn't care when the coffee started to burn her throat— she didn't even flinch.
She just wrapped her hands around the mug tighter, her elbows resting against her thighs as she sat on the steps at the back of her house with the perfect view of the lake before her.
Like she did every single morning for the past ninety two mornings to be exact.
She hadn't planned to wake up so early all those mornings, it was pretty hard to sleep when her mind played tricks on her at night.
Where, all of a sudden, she was no longer under the warm sheets of her bed in her peaceful house by the lake.
No—
She was somewhere far, far worse.
All of her nights were taken up with a memory, a series of static in her mind that never seemed to want to leave her alone, the constant hum never seeming to want to dull.
The pain never disappeared. And, these past three months she had to learn how to exist with the weight of what she had lost.
Each night, whether she was awake or asleep, she was forced to live through it all again— feeling every scream rattle through her, every ounce of pain coursing through her, every growl of hunger ripping at her stomach—
