"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
♬❝ Lately, you've been searching for a darker place to hide. That's alright. But if you carry on abusing, you'll be robbed from us ❞♬
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I always knew that people would deal with grief in different ways. But within my family, I was genuinely convinced we would seek support from each other.
Arthur and I did; we found each other off the track as we continued with our beloved sports, the one where Dad had gotten us into. Lorenzo said his door was always open, but mostly was at Mom's house. The woman who had just lost the love of her life kept reassuring us, too.
Jasmine was the exception.
Instead of coming to us and talking with us like we always did, she turned away from us.
Usually, she would tell me what was bothering her, she would tell me about the awful articles the media wrote about her, and she would vent about her feelings. It was then I already noticed how much it was bothering her, but I didn't want to push too much.
And then he got sick. And it was as if she got sick, too. Her clothes got too big, her skin got pale, and the bags under her eyes grew.
But no one had gotten worried. She was laughing, she was going to college, and she even made a new friend next to Mia. There was no such thing as mental health issues, and if they were there, Jasmine would tell us.
But after our Dad passed away, she turned away from us. She refused to talk; she didn't knock on my door anymore to vent. She refused to come out of her room, she didn't go to college anymore, and even didn't show up for family dinner on Sunday afternoons.
My little sister vanished within herself. It was as if she died with my dad.
And she found her coping mechanisms, ones she tried to hide so well. But her clothes were still too big on her, and I noticed how even when it was 32°C, she would wear long sleeves or stay inside her bedroom.
We all noticed it, but my Mom tried to put it away as Jasmine attempted to find a new clothing style. After all, loss and pain change people. Or maybe she just didn't want to see the harsh reality.
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I didn't even wait for an answer anymore after I knocked on her door. She was always lying in her bed with her curtains closed in the pitch black of her room.
