Chris. Chris was a fan, a total stranger, who dreamt of meeting Lauren Cimoreli, the girl of her dreams. Four years, seven thousand miles, time zones. All the waiting, all paid off when they moved to LA.
You know my Family. My super successful sisters, my fun brothers and my loving parents. But you don't know me.
I am the kid behind the camera, the one that always listens but never talks. I am the one that can go missing for several hours without anyone noticing.
I am Lillian Aimée Cimorelli.
*Disclaimer* English is not my first language
*Trigger Warning* This story will most likely include self harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive relationships.
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