avasturniololoverr
She used to think she could keep everything together-LA, Boston, school, her voice, her friends.
But then her best friend stopped sitting next to her, choir stopped feeling like music, and the hallway turned into a place where her name meant something she didn't recognize anymore.
Now she's stuck between two cities, one that won't stop talking and one that finally lets her breathe-trying to hold onto herself while everything else keeps slipping. And the only thing that doesn't leave are the three people who somehow still know how to find her when she goes quiet.