Words Rewritten

How many times can we be tainted in so many different ways. Love is tainted. Hate is within just the fine line of love, so also tainted. Friendship eases the pain along the way but at some point the peace finally stops. You cant turn you back on the world, not even the ones who want us dead.

Willow wants to live. She was once, popular, loud and mean. However, after one blurry night three years ago, her twin sister Maura dies, mysteriously. With The favourite daughter dead, her mother mpulsively places Willow into her twin sisters old shoes. Shes forced into Mauras old clothes, old bedroom and old name.

She thinks no one sees her. Shes wrong.

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"Do you believe in god?" I whisper into his cold side. The tone of my voice has warm intention however, I recognise the emotional detachment clinging from me like a string.

"There could be, I'd like there to be a god" he hums, his cold hand brushing my thigh ever so lightly.

"I used to think so and then i stopped"

"What changed?" His eyes train on me like an alive fire, ready to burn out to keep me safe.

"I lived, just a little bit more" I finally take his hand in mine and trace the creases along his palm. "But, then I met someone, who made me feel better and- good. Who listens to me...sees me and I realized maybe god is here, somewhere- in our hearts, in our souls, in the sky"

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