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Standing up with a newfound boldness, Vivienne did not care about the risk of falling or how the wind rocked her off balance, trying to shake back a lost sanity into her. Instead, she let go. Just simply let go. She tore up all her plaguing thoughts and let them flutter into the distance like an author's discarded story. She let her surroundings embrace her, let the ocean pry away her tainted soul and swallow it in its bottomless depths.
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Vivienne loves her life. Or she pretends to, at least. The endless routine of life bores her and she wishes she could just escape. She has no motives or plans for her future so, instead, she's out all night, every night, at drunken parties, nameless motels and smoking a little weed in the back room with her ever-changing friends. But filling a cup with anything doesn't make it full.
Then one morning she wakes up, as usual, in a random room that isn't hers with no memory of the previous night. Every morning after that she rushes to the bathroom and vomits. When she finds out that she is, undeniably, pregnant, her whole world takes a turn for the worse. With her neglectful mother useless and never present, Vivienne is stuck by herself to figure out what to do next.
Will anyone come to her rescue?