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MOVING  TO @inkedpxges

Ok friends the move has begun. All activity ( replies, DMs, etc… will now be done there) this blog will be archived !! If you still want to rp, please add me on that account because soon I will not be opening this one no more.

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MOVING  TO @inkedpxges

Ok friends the move has begun. All activity ( replies, DMs, etc… will now be done there) this blog will be archived !! If you still want to rp, please add me on that account because soon I will not be opening this one no more.

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MOVING  TO @inkedpxges

Ok friends the move has begun. All activity ( replies, DMs, etc... will now be done there) this blog will be archived !! If you still want to rp, please add me on that account because soon I will not be opening this one no more.

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“And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over… trying to find pieces of you in it.”

— Unknown

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MOVING TO A NEW BLOG ( This one will be archived ) !!!

Hi friends, just wanted to announce that I'll be moving to a new blog. This one will be archived so I can slowly add the rest of the stuff I need to the new one, so when I officially move and post that this one is no longer in function,please tag me,msg me etc...on the new one.

I'm still working on it so I'll tag it when it's up and running, hopefully today / tomorrow. I'll try to add the most of you,but please ,if I miss you and you want to still rp,add me. It might occur that I just missed it,it happens.

Also, some of the threads will be dropped in this move, so if I don't dm you later for the thread,it means it is dropped. However, on the new blog I'll be posting a new starter call,so we can do something fresh. <3

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Still far from being done..

MOVING TO A NEW BLOG ( This one will be archived ) !!!

Hi friends, just wanted to announce that I'll be moving to a new blog. This one will be archived so I can slowly add the rest of the stuff I need to the new one, so when I officially move and post that this one is no longer in function,please tag me,msg me etc...on the new one.

I'm still working on it so I'll tag it when it's up and running, hopefully today / tomorrow. I'll try to add the most of you,but please ,if I miss you and you want to still rp,add me. It might occur that I just missed it,it happens.

Also, some of the threads will be dropped in this move, so if I don't dm you later for the thread,it means it is dropped. However, on the new blog I'll be posting a new starter call,so we can do something fresh. <3

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MOVING TO A NEW BLOG ( This one will be archived ) !!!

Hi friends, just wanted to announce that I'll be moving to a new blog. This one will be archived so I can slowly add the rest of the stuff I need to the new one, so when I officially move and post that this one is no longer in function,please tag me,msg me etc...on the new one.

I'm still working on it so I'll tag it when it's up and running, hopefully today / tomorrow. I'll try to add the most of you,but please ,if I miss you and you want to still rp,add me. It might occur that I just missed it,it happens.

Also, some of the threads will be dropped in this move, so if I don't dm you later for the thread,it means it is dropped. However, on the new blog I'll be posting a new starter call,so we can do something fresh. <3

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PLOT IDEA / PLOTTING CALL ( supernatural, mysterious, chilling )

This is a special invitation for all those whose fingers are trembling with the desire to create their own rich, fictitious world, abundant with creative and detailed descriptions of enchanting places, development of characters, splendor of secondary characters, intrigue, gradual development of the plot and the story..

After visiting at centuries-old castles with personality, soul in the walls and whispers of the past, an intense desire for the following plot was awakened, and I would be thrilled if I could dive into a truly vivid and breathtaking shared story with one of you as companions:

PLOT: Muse A and Muse B are from the rival vampire ( or some other creature of the shadows) covens. Set in a foggy old London under the watchful eye of Big Ben, the shadows dancing around the oil lamps beside the gurgling river, where the sound of the carriage drowns out the ghostly whispers in the streets, OR in an old former-monarchical city in Europe, where castles on hills face each other, hostilely rising above the brick houses of mortals, two clans with different values ​​settled down, feeding the battlefield with blood for centuries. Each of the covens would be housed in one of these mysterious castles, conducting their own politics, community, plotting how to overpower and wipe out their rivals. The differences that would divide them are a choice for us as well as other types of problematics, it can be anything on the menu of imagination. The story would be full of action, horror, side events and a bunch of side characters that can be from vampires to any other species we agree on, and of course, forbidden love between the main muses.

I would really want this one to be a slow burn, long term, novella style role play, so if you think you are up for it, do not hesitate to jump in my DMs.

Main characters I want to use for this are: Clare Archer, Axton Bransen or Mateo Vantess. I am open for using more than one of these, and mixing them up in the story. 

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You can´t stop what is coming. Death always wins.                     ∟Matthew Mcconaughey as The Man in Black in The Dark Tower (2017)

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Sky and Bloom

Fate: The Winx Saga 2x01

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---> Off to my trip, see you in a few days, and wishing you a super spooky Halloween !!

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ddntknows​:

For a moment, she could have sworn she saw something change in his eyes. While the rest of his body was rigid and cold, his green hues flashed something else at her and if she weren’t mistaken, it was longing. Contradicting, to the words that left his mouth with ease. 

“I told you, I only picked that song because of the…because of the freaking atmosphere!” There was a bit of a whine to her voice, tired of him not believing that the song choice wasn’t intentional, that she hadn’t thought that much about it until he brought it up. It hadn’t been the wisest selection, but what else was she supposed to sing in a fancy restaurant? She didn’t think the crowd would be happy with any of her originals, made for a much more casual scene. 

His hands, although still gentle, gripped her hips a little tighter as he stared at her in a way he had never stared at her before. It was cold, and enough to pierce her through the heart without killing her. 

“Then say it, Tony. Say that I’m just another whore, another quick fuck to get you off before you move on to the next. That you have no feelings for me, that you feel nothing here, that you never want to see me again.” Dark haired woman finally spits out, still in his grasp, anger and frustration clearly present in her tone. “Tell me to walk away. Go on. Tell me.” 

The pressure was nearly smoldering him, anger clawing at the last bits of his self-control. Everything he tried to avoid to this point, was crushing down at him like the bricks of an old building after an earthquake, What she was spitting in his direction made sense, but he chose to ignore it. Was he the one petrified of the possibility of being caged like a canary behind the golden bars of love? 

Certainly not. He endured broken bones, blades biting his flesh, nearly being shot at, he could not possibly be scared of emotions. Emotions that now exploded along side his rage when she dared to address herself as a mere slut for a night, meaningless and replaceable. 

“ You were the only bloody different one ! “ A roar came from the depths of his chest, when his callused palms grabbed her cheeks and pulled her closer.  “ Only fucking one I could not let go! Only one I remembered the name of, a name that kept ringing inside of my head like a damn alarm clock, waiting for another time to see you !” veins popping on his forehead as he continued to shout his hidden truths, “ You wanna hear me saying shit eh? Want that? Fine doll, listen closely, I tried replacing you, fucking forgetting you, leaving you before this shit, but I could bloody not. You kept popping in my head, was like a damn drug that I could not overdose and be done with! Did I want it? I bloody fucking did. But I could not ! “

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monstersmuses​:

wasn’t it an adult thing to do, bring it up before it could potentially get out of hand? sure, the setting.. wasn’t his most ideal, but this had been part of his whole ‘time to grow as a person’ period after the divorce. a hand rubbing his face as he looks over at her, brows knitting together as he looks her over. ‘’if there was a woman to tell, layla. this is me acting like an adult to, otherwise..’’ trailing off, seth grunts and reclines in his seat a little more too himself. 

‘‘if this wasn’t me acting like an adult, i wouldn’t have a said a damn thing and hoped for the best.’‘ a frustrated sigh escaping him as he shoots a glance down to his phone, desperate for some form of an escape just to take a breather for himself. maybe smoke a quick cigarette in the parking lot, something to gather his bearings a little more. but he refrains from moving, fingers drumming along his leg as he shoots her  a quick look before finally standing from his seat. bound to possibly get a reaction, but even if stepping out to the hall for a quick second was possible.. it was something he was going to hop on. ‘‘i’ll be right back. just gonna take a minute.’‘ seth mumurs as he heads towards the exit.

Sensing the hostile and irritated vibe coming off of the man after the first time she chose to show her teeth after their separation, made her clench her jaw and purse her lips. This time, she didn’t plan of remaining silent, pretending to be forever civil and submit to his choices, allowing him to have the last word. Gaining already a few curious spectators, she gave a delightful smile to the other parents, waiting for the man to actually get up in the attempt to run away to take his ‘ one minute ‘ break. High heels echoed through the room when she stood up, golden, elegant legs carrying her toward the door...after him. 

“ Not this time, Seth. “ Layla mouthed only when the door was slammed shut behind them, leaving the nosy parents in the classroom. Devouring the space between them,  she left but a few inches to separate them, nearly getting in his face. “ So, you got a new piece..really didn’t take you long. “ pain shattered her heart, making her oblivious to the like she uttered a few minutes ago, that she also has someone. “  Will you knock this one up too, having a fake happy marriage, only to send her late not messages meant for another after the divorce? “ 

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writingxthexsilence​:

Even though it had been years since they’d seen each other, she still remembered him fondly. He had been one of the only people who really seemed to get her - their tragic pasts seemingly aligned by fate. She’d slowly allowed him in further and deeper into the fortress containing her heart than ever, thereby forcing the speeding train of attraction to derail.  Unfortunately she had been too afraid of what it would mean to commit herself to him and the intimacy had become too much for her. 

She disappeared from his life without a trace. 

Until now.

In the distant past, he counted the notes until the moment when she would come backstage and his heart would truly sing. The ritual was always the same. Carefully putting down the electric guitar that was one of the few things of value he owned, biting the pick that had the remains of her lipstick on it, the place where she had left one lucky kiss before the show, hungrily devour the space between them, lift her into his arms and whisper. "Here is my favorite Poison." Cheesy nickname as an addition to her name Ivy. But it was their shared language of affection, meaning deeper than the ocean, candid and intimate. Tonight, Axton barely collected the three letters of her name, each one burning into the soft flesh of the tongue as if he was chewing bits of embers. 

The collection of time gave birth to a weakly effective medicine. Immunity was a distant wish, the soul still hungry for the memories they shared. She was a rose in the field of misfortunes, in the wild life he was building on weak bones. But that rose had thorns. He loved every sting, gently wrapped his fingers around the sharp daggers and looked for a way to the petiole as if he were walking through a labyrinth. She was worth it, he knew it, he felt it. Even the herd of lunatics, as he affectionately called his friends and,  now-deceased.  brother, approved of his choice.

She was brave, charming in her own self-deprecating way, strong and blessed with gentle beauty. He remembered when Bexter had joked that he was going to steal her, pretending to be him. For her, he will dye his hair from blonde back to black like crow's feathers, and woo her. Ax didn't care, he knew he didn't have to doubt her faithfulness...commitment...until a golden ray of sunshine brought his worst nightmare into reality.

That godless morning was the beginning of his journey through the fields of tragedy, each step descending deeper down the jaws of hell. Ivy left him, left him to wonder what he'd done wrong,  to go crazy assuming he'd never been enough, that he couldn't give her what she deserved, be what she needed. Only two weeks later, while his legs were still as loose as those of newborn gazelles, his brother was taken away by the apparition of death. Guilt, agony, depression... the silent pressure and judgmental looks of his own family, worried friends he avoided, empty pockets because he was unable to speak let alone hold a tattoo gun or a guitar pick, brought him almost to the same death bed, when he overdosed. He wasn't an addict.. maybe that's why he didn't know the measure.. or didn't want to know it that night. 

But here he stands, alive yet not well, quietly observing the sight of his past lover and listening to her explanation for coming. 

“ See me? “ scoffing lightly, pearly whites flashed under the last reflector. Rudeness was not what he aimed for, never the arrogant one, but the irony of her statement tickled him with its claw-like fingers under the bony ribs. “ Well..you could have done that while the show was on. “ calmly he began, walking over to the corner to collect his bags. Life packed in two duffle bags.  Fixing the weight on his shoulder, blue eyes returned to the woman. After a few moments of intense silence, mouth finally shaped the words. “ Still need to find a place to crash for tonight, so, if you are done seeing me..” nothing about his words was impudent nor hostile, just honest. “..if not,I would say take a picture, but, we both know I am not photogenic. “ half smirk on a bad attempt of a joke, and a dash to truth in it. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it, stirring the surface of memories, where she always complained he can’t make a decent face on a selfie, just playful grimaces. One of those pictures, he still had. 

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Throughout his life, he has listened to various stories, attempts of people to escape and wash their  hands of responsibility, desperate ties to deceive, lies, anything that would save their necks from the fatal fate that follows. To see the difference between sincerity and an attempt to deceive , came easily to Jace, naturally, without difficulty. From the tone of their voice, to the expression on their faces, to their posture, he observed everything closely, just like now. Jace listened to the man in front of him calmly, at least as much as he could, standing still and focused, without any expression that could indicate what he was thinking. And he thought a lot. Everything the man said made sense. 

 Clare and her restrictions, conditions and avoiding contact with anything that breathes and walks on two legs was more than a logical explanation. He was surprised he hadn't seen something going on between them, especially after all the time Oscar claimed they had spent together. Still, when he heard the main reason, at least as far as Oscar had given, why he was washing his his hands from the possibility of Lei being his child, his brow furrowed and his expression contorted. Jace respected Oscar, as a man and even a friend. From the moment he let Clare and him out of the station, to the time he found out he was Emily's brother, to the moment he pulled up at his apartment after skinning Eric and burying him alive...to the fact that he really tried like hell to maintain a stable relationship with Clare, which was apparently more complicated than he had suspected. He felt sorry for him as a man, learning of the injury, but said nothing, again out of respect. 

Although he did not want to, he could imagine the amount of humiliation he had suffered after that event, personal and private. Jace admitted to himself that if he was in that situation and that the woman who refused to have anything to do with him beyond quick erotic pleasures, biting him in public for every attempt to function normally, or simply put, was Clare,  not even Jace would have believed her at first. He wouldn't take the path Oscar chose, but he would still have a hard time accepting the possibility. The last part of his confession filled him with anger, but he refrained from reacting. He said what he said, and apparently, the punishment was more than terrible. Nothing Jace could have said or done would have been worse than what already happening to him for calling her a slut, considering he lost his child because of it.

 If Lei was really his. After the conversation changed the direction of the topic, bitterness, sadness and despair mixed in the cauldron of his gut. His legs could no longer stand motionless, he started pacing back and forth, rubbing his temples and brushing his calloused fingers through his hair. Oscar was somehow right, but not completely. Jace would never betray Emily's trust, do anything to hurt her, let alone hurt her brother who he knew was her treasure on earth. But that was not the only reason... Now, when he knew what had happened, and he felt that the truth was at stake, he could not lay a hand on the man. 

He still respected him, even pitied him. And most of all, he felt sorry for the poor little girl who will have to live with the consequences of two stubborn, arrogant people. He sighed heavily, looking up at the wooden cabinets next to the fridge. A few heavy steps, and he retrieved a half-full bottle of whiskey from the mahogany shelf . 

“Hope you don't mind"  there was no arrogance or impudence in his tone, but sincere exhaustion and sadness, where he was looking for any temporary remedy or distraction, such as alcohol. He took the first glass from the sink, which was a coffee mug, and poured the brown liquid. Jace drank it vapidly, resting his fists on the kitchen island and silently staring at the white surface for almost a full minute, before he reluctantly snapped out of his thoughts and pulled out a chair opposite Oscar, taking out his favorite, and now necessary, poison at the same time. The Zippo spat flames and Jace inhaled the cigarette smoke, filling his entire lungs. He placed the box between them, along with the metal lighter. He knew Oscar didn't consume these things, but given the situation, he felt almost obligated to offer him any kind of false relief. He watched him unblinkingly for a few more seconds, while the wrinkles on his forehead creased, his shoulders relaxed and his lips twisted. 

 "I don't understand why you two chose to hide anything. " he began calmly. "Because it was quite obvious you getting together was something that we all wanted," he paused, frowning. "Well, at least I encouraged that idea. " the man said briefly, remembering Emily's displeasure. He drew another smoke, resting his elbow on the kitchen surface to his left. "You should have had come to me. Tell me what happened. I would help you mate. " He told him honestly, his eyes followed the example and confirmed his words. The golden-haired man would do his best to fix this tragedy he didn't cause, to prevent this outcome...but now it was too late, too much damage had been done and he feared there wasn't much that could be saved. "I've known Clare for years. She is...the most complicated, stubborn, unreasonable person I've probably ever met. She got on my nerves more times than I can count, looking at me blankly and sticking to her ideas even when she knew she was wrong. " he instinctively frowned, his free fist clenched. "She's jerky, headstrong, rash, careless, and god knows even damn Buddha would want to strangle her alive..." he paused, while his expression softened and took on a touch of sadness. "But she is also the most good-hearted person I know. " he finally said, looking up. 

 "Loyal, fierce, selfless, sacrificial, and above all...honest. If she came there to tell you, and we both know that woman would swallow a bullet before jeopardizing her pride, that she is pregnant with your kid.. she was telling the truth," he concluded without any hesitation. "I saw her picking her one night stands before, but from the moment you and Emily appeared in our lives, not once did I see her with some guy. I didn't think much about it then, but now I know why. " he put his hand on the bottle and poured more alcohol, then pushed it towards Oscar. The whiskey warmed his throat and poured into his chest, but the feeling of discomfort did not subside. He silently swallowed the bitterness and continued. "Yet..she still claims that Lorelai is not yours. And that, mate, is the result of the path you chose to take.”  A momentary contempt flashed in his eyes but disappeared a second later when he remembered his confession. "I am not going to do anything to you, and from all the reasons for it, the biggest one is that there is no worse punishment than what has already happened. Knowing you have a kid, and you will never be able to get to know her.” His heart sank at those words. Jace couldn't imagine being in Oscar's shoes. “ Honestly mate, I would rather blow my brains out than live with the fact I can't be around my child. " he admitted, without any exaggeration. "But that is what you both did. You and Clare, with your bullshit. Now that poor girl will have to live with the results. " he spat angrily. He was furious with both Clara and Oscar. 

 That child had already gotten under his skin, in his eyes he was already her uncle, and he would jump without hesitation to protect her, but unfortunately, this situation could no longer be fixed. He shook his head, arms folded over his worn leather jacket. "She plans to leave again after she is done with her job," he began restrainedly. "I tried to convince her to stay, but I know there is no chance for that. I can only pray she will not cut all ties again...but it is clear she has no intention of ever admitting Lei is yours or allowing you to be a part of her life." he looked for a reaction on Oscar's face, before he continued. "I am sorry," the words exuded sincerity and compassion. As much as he tried to imagine himself in that situation, he failed. Jace would give up all self-respect, pride, material and non-material goods, for his child...or for the chance to have one, even if he was in Oscar's situation. “ But it is done now..I doubt both of you can do anything worse to punish each other, so don’t. For the sake of that little girl, it was enough. She took away the chance for you to know is she yours, and you allowed her to do this on her own..and will continue to do so. “ sorrow grabbed at his blood pump at the idea how it must have felt like for Clare to live though it alone and continue to do so. Jace truly believed in the statement that, if they wanted to hurt each other, they done the worst possible things. “ So I think you got your share as well. It was enough Oscar. Again, for that kid, you both need to stop and leave each other alone. “ 

He silently pushed the bowl of fruit next to his hand as his anger turned into an expression of pure agony at the next topic. "You are lucky you don't feel anything for her..." he exhaled truthfully, with no spite or to mean it as an accusation. Jace really thought after all this, Oscar had no feelings for Clare. "Because mate I was beaten, stabbed, shot, had broken bones and torn up skin..but I never bloody felt like this before. " he mouthed painfully, not caring that as a man, a hardened criminal and leader of a gray-natured motor club, he shows such weakness and softness. "It's only been damn three hours, and I think I am going bloody insane," he admitted the amount of pain he feels without his soul mate. Finding out she had no idea about all of this hit him like a cannonball, destroying his guts and crushing his bones. How could he just accuse her, turn his back on her, drive her away? He cringed, wanting to cut off his own head.

 "I would never hurt her..." he said through clenched teeth, immersed in the anger he felt for himself because he knows he hurt her. "I though she lied to me..I though she knew.." he didn't try to justify himself, he just thought out loud. "..but even if she did, I would look past it." Jace never forgave lies, deception and behind-the-scenes games..but with Emily, everything was different. He looked at her brother pleadingly and humbly. "Your sister is not the best thing that happened to me...not at all that simple...she became the very reason for living. A damn's life meaning. Universe or whatever..I can't live without her no more." He wasn't ashamed to be so vulnerable, he was honest. "How the fuck do I fix it..." he growled in frustration. "How do I make up for this..." he seemed to be talking to himself, before Oscar looked at her with a genuinely desperate look. "Please help me fix this." almost begging, he didn’t refrain from the obvious desperation. “ It like...before we knew what this was, before even that obvious connection.. just seeing her for the first time. Everything changed. “ honestly did he described the first impression of his soul mate. “ She made me feel..calm. Bloody joyful mate. Nothing damn perverse, just..the need to spend time with her, to get the know her...hell, even when that son of a bitch was still alive..I..I would rather be her friend than to be without her. “ Jace admitted, trying to explain his feelings to Oscar for whom he was sure could not fully understand. Whatever the universe had for him and Clare, it was obvious love was not it. “ Now..it would be easier to be missing an arm, leg...anything..than her. it all just..turns to shit when she is not only gone, but the know I am the fucking reason for making her feel hurt. “ Jace despised himself on that realization. “ She didn’t deserve that. And I bloody want to make it right before the day goes out. “

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The darkness danced on the walls illuminated by the moon. It was quiet, silence creating its own melodies to the sensitive mind. Only gentile sounds were the shallow breathing of her child next to her, sleeping soundly. Clare held her right hand next to Lei’s cheek, caressing it gently. Contact, something she dreaded, now she could not imagine a day without it. 

 Gut twisted and breath hitched when the parts of her skin burned with his presence. Areas he grazed, awakening the consuming yearning she suffered in silence. Ballet on the wall slowed, sooty friends careful about their next steps. The pandora’s box locked tight for almost a year..from the night in the hospital, when Lei was born. Clare cringed, relaxed then sank down in the bed. Even though she was under covers, her body felt like whipped by winter. Redhead knew the feeling well, it never changed, just got silent after Lei came to this world... but after today..the empty hole in her shrieked with torment caused by her missing soulmate. Emerald orbs stared ahead, at the white screen of the wall...which came to life on her command. 

Pieces of her heart started falling, like it was shedding emotions, crashing hard in her gut and consuming her with longing that will never be put the rest. An illusion, a tick for the heart, mind and soul. Not a memory, but a hope presented as one...that will never be. Coral haired woman had the ability to collect shadows. Not much, but all. And his, she had...now released it. It grew, took his shape, mimicked his movement, staring back at her with no eyes. It didn’t make a sound, it didn’t had to...In one moment he was alone, and in the next he was not. Small, seemingly fragile shadow appeared in his arms. One that she forbade him to even touch in flesh. Replicas created from her shadows showed a heart warming scene. Oscar holding Lei. From the small details in their profiles, they were smiling...happy..carrying a halo of love. Clare blinked, warm tear falling from her eye, and with it, another shadow arose from the darkness, standing next to these two. A few moments passed before the last one moved...was allowed to move, but it in the end, it was blessed with life, and now. it reached from the two created before her. Herself. Brushing her shadowy fingers on his face, other hand petting their daughters head, Clare stared frozen an the image of a loving family that will never be. Coldness spread along her limbs, tears fell faster like rain, but no sound was made, not a sniffle. It was a drug, it was addictive, and she knew the risk before she created this false reality. But she had to. She needed to...because it was her deepest, most precious desire. Something she knew was a distant, foolish, destructive dream...but tonight, she sacrificed another piece of her already mutilated beating organ, for a small fragment of joy that lasted but for a second..to she all of them, together as a happy family.

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