"When you put your arms around me... I'm home!"
✧˖*° She had nothing to worry about in her life except for three things - homework, hats and the Miss Mystic Falls pageant.
Until her life wasn't her old life an...
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O N E - D U L C E T S I N T H E D A R K
❝No one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name of the organs it kissed. ❞
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THE ACTUAL TRAUMA was quite calming when she thought of it.
Because there was a different kind of pain when you managed to survive an accident. Like your soul was a token for the others to pass the veil forever.
A moment set a benchmark only if you didn't have the next one to live for. In many ways, not surviving a trauma was more beneficial than having to relive it for the rest of your lengthened life.
And reliving it wasn't as methodical as tales made it out to be. There were no timed panic attacks or sobbing over graves. Kate would pace in the middle of the night, sweaty from the feeling of death never leaving her bones. Her heart would skip a beat when she'd call out for her mother's help with the groceries and her aunt would come out instead. She would find her missing pills in Jeremy's pockets but she wouldn't be able to say anything. He'd gone through the same loss as her after all.
