Echoes of Gaia

Echoes of Gaia

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There was no other morning like that sixteenth of August, it was still summer but nothing was warm anymore, nothing, except for a set of eyes, they seemed to be filled with gold and were as sweet as honey and yet they seemed to be tearing apart my soul as I was looking at them on this cursed day, but saying that is kind of selfish because It was a glorious day for some people, maybe it was me that was cursed, but that sounds selfish as well, the universe doesn’t care about small problems people could have, we are not but mere dust that tried to deny its simplicity but only got hurt in the try. I wouldn’t question that before, but when I met Lucie I refused the idea that there wasn’t something more than dust, at least in her, and in me, in me at least there was hope. At the start of the summer I had no hope, as I do now, but in between, there’s where anything worth telling lies. I would never imagine my dull life could be worthy of something as idyllic as the events of that couple of days...
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"Do you see me?" "I always see you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It all started three years ago. During that elusive summer that cracked them all down the middle and changed their lives forever. How do you live with that? How do you change all you know and attempt to live the same? Well, the eight of them are about to learn perhaps you don't just get to live with it, and instead, you need to confront the past. Or maybe just fucking pummel it further into the ground. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Why were we ever friends?" Dakota mutters, wiping a hand down his face. "Because we all worked well together." Maeve shrugs, "We're all so fucking different. It honestly made this whole thing perfect." Neviah raises a brow, "I think we have different definitions of perfect." "I second that." Victoria hums. "Perhaps deserving?" Phoenix reasons, "We're not perfect, but we're all deserving of each other?" Dylan smiles softly, "I like that."

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