Le Soleil du Vide

Conjured up in my strange drunken mind, Off-Campus meets Devil's Night. Just here me out, please. :)

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"The Sun of the Void"

That's what Valentina Crist was to me, my sun. The only light down a long tunnel of dark shit that I never deserved to reach.

She was there my whole life -- with her stupid little books and annoying obsession with Taylor Swift -- and I didn't realize how much I fucking needed her until she was gone.

Now she's back, and she is so fucking different than the sun I lost, but still so fucking the same.

I'm trying my fucking hardest to keep my distance, but with her, that's impossible. Because she's Valentina fucking Crist.

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My name is Valentina fucking Crist, and my life has been a total shitshow from the word 'go.'

The current shit? The only way I can escape my demon-child of an ex-boyfriend is for me to tuck tail and run back to my shitty hometown to my shitty family. And my selfish ass dragged all four of my NHL-bound best friends with me.

They could make the summer decent, I guess, if I didn't feel so guilty to drag them into the shit storm waiting back home.

How could it ever get worse, you ask? Damon fucking Torrence.

Please just kill me now.