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πππππ πππππ wasn't broken, but he'd never been fixed, he was just simply pieces of glass, scattered, left, done and dusted. As everyone moved on in their lives? Shannon with Johnny? Joey with Aoife and AJ. Ollie and Sean too young to comprehend. But Tadhg wasn't. He was stuck in the middle, a maze of his own feelings. Trapped in his own mind.
He knew there was something wrong. He felt different, his mind wasn't mapped like everyone else's...
Perhaps it was his past, the fire that burnt him to ash?
None of his siblings knew of his position though.
And that burnt more than any fire.
βπ°'π πππππ πππππππ πππ...β
ππππππππ πππππ, perfect, glass child. With her older sisters being prominent, Caoimhes death and Lizzie's struggles, she strived to become the best. As Lizzie broke down regularly Isabella aced tests just so her mother and father didn't have to bat an eye.
But beneath the surface she was as cold as ice.
She needed attention, yearned for it. And no one would give it to her. Of course she adored her older sister but what would it take for a well done?
Too much? Too little?
What else could she do.
She may have escaped the claws of Mark Allen, but something else had already grasped her.
And there wasn't any getting out.
βπππ πππ
ππ, ππππππ πππππππ.β
When two souls collide, perhaps not of the same situation but with a mutual understanding, perhaps they can mend eachother, when thought it ought to never be fixed.
But who can tell?
Who can πππππππ ππππ?