DELIRIUM [#Wattys2016]

DELIRIUM [#Wattys2016]

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DE·LIR·I·UM / n o u n An acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, ILLUSIONS, and incoherence of thought and speech. S Y N O N Y M S : derangement, dementia, madness, insanity; ➵ "All I'm saying, is that if something were to happen to such a pretty person, the world would be a far less humble place to live in." I quirked an eyebrow at her, just to watch her response.But all she did was laugh half-heartedly, gesturing towards me as she spoke. "What are you, like, the twenty-first century Shakespeare or something?" "No, I'm just really stoned." I mumbled, looking down at my boots as I sighed. "It's nice to meet you, Just Really Stoned." She said softly, and my lips tugged up in a smile at her immature joke. "It's Michael, Michael Clifford." I closed one eye as I looked at her, pulling the sleeves of my jumper down over my hands. ➵ A girl obsessed with her hallucinations. Michael Clifford, a hallucination that isn't a hallucination at all. All rights reserved!
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