[ cora's not necessarily the type to brush things under the rug and leave it be, always warning those who happen to stumble into her house to watch the lump beneath the carpet, lest they trip and fall. she's the type to chase after it and grip it between tight fingers, tossing it to the curb and watching as the life within the little beast dies out. for a girl who believes she has all the answers, she certainly doesn't know how the hell to deal with this. being a normal teenage girl without a chip on her shoulder and an anger manipulated by grief is something she doesn't know. being normal — the type of definition those around her are used to, where her normal is a little furrier with more teeth — is out of her element. going to school, having friends, not having a care in the world — those are things she has never taken for granted, having never had those things to begin with. ]
[ a part of her wishes adam had never called. she may not be the type to brush things under the rug, but she'd wanted to. despite how desperately she tried to, seeing derek's younger face — the one she can't even commit to memory beyond being eleven — wears her down, and what she felt while being that eighteen year old with the entire world at her fingertips, available and free, with a family unburnt by arsonists with a grudge, is too hard to let go of. with tentacles, she's found herself stung by a jellyfish created by someone's stupid memory. no matter how hard she pushes herself, it still leaves a mark not even her healing can erase. ]
We dated in a fake universe. [ there, they got it out there. monotone and implied sigh within her voice and all. can this call end now? ] It's not a big deal.
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[ a part of her wishes adam had never called. she may not be the type to brush things under the rug, but she'd wanted to. despite how desperately she tried to, seeing derek's younger face — the one she can't even commit to memory beyond being eleven — wears her down, and what she felt while being that eighteen year old with the entire world at her fingertips, available and free, with a family unburnt by arsonists with a grudge, is too hard to let go of. with tentacles, she's found herself stung by a jellyfish created by someone's stupid memory. no matter how hard she pushes herself, it still leaves a mark not even her healing can erase. ]
We dated in a fake universe. [ there, they got it out there. monotone and implied sigh within her voice and all. can this call end now? ] It's not a big deal.