"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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T W O - T H E T A C I T S W E N E E D
❝This heavy humanness ❞
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SHE HAD THE same dream every time she thought of them before falling asleep, and her thoughts were addictive to her like the after-effect of a jump scare on a kid.
Her dream played out in the same way: the night was just like that one, the moon hanging at the same place every time she visited the memory as she creeped out of the open window in Elena's room. The crunch of the leaves underneath her felt the same as that night, and the breeze picked in the same direction.
The party was just as cheery and the drinks seeming too real. But the dream morphed into a nightmare the moment she heard that metallic screech of her mother's SUV toppling off the Wickery Bridge. She'd be suffocated till her eyes went black and then something would wake her up.
That morning, it had been the toppling of a large canvas against her. Kate realized that she fell asleep painting again; vaguely remembering how her eyes gave in after several hours of mixing hues and inhaling the familiar scent of oils to forget the ringing in her ear.
