Mezcal dreaming (juliantina)

Mezcal dreaming (juliantina)

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Valentina Carvajal faces the traumatic death of her father. The inability to cope, not being listened to, and having her grief turned into a headline has her turning to mezcal for the answer. When her binge buddy Rue decides to go to rehab and no longer is able to be there for her, Val takes it upon herself that the only way out is the grave; that is, until she is handed a tissue from a dark haired girl and everything in Valentina shatters.
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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