"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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E L E V E N - B I G G E R V E S S E L
❝And nothing disturb thee there The fishes their silent vigils shall keep❞
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SHE WOKE UP TO A QUIET HOUSE. Leaves rustled around her, the only constant as she found herself closing her eyes to a forest and opening them to her room. The paintings were old. Guns and bows hung from in between her hanging fairy lights and pots of plants. They weren't meant to be found in the darkness of the room, but Kate knew where every single one of them was.
This wasn't her house, but it felt like it had the memories to make a home. The walls echoed of laughter, happiness, sadness and agony. All together, all with each other. Fights ended with them in warm arms and nights were full of memories and tales.
The hallway outside her ajar door flickered with light from a lantern.
Something was wrong, she couldn't figure out what.
Her mother stood at the door, nightdress billowing from the wind of the open window. In one hand she held a swaying lantern throwing golden light on her bulbous cheeks and wry smile. The other hand extended towards Kate cordially.
Come on now darling, everyone's already downstairs.
Eyes pierced into hers. This was her mother, from probably ten years ago. Young, yet to be touched by the growing pains of flowers she made, beautiful petals that protected rotten secrets with thorns.
