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(TW: ABUSE)

the nightmares were strong that night

blood, screaming, hitting, crying.

Rose woke up with a shout, gasping for air.
Dodie busted into the room, a long skirt, messy bun,  and tights bounding into the small space.

"Rose!" Dodie said, shocked. Rose didnt reply, her lavender hair and freckles, an anxious mess.

Dodie stood there for a minute, in disbelief, watching as the girl she loved feel apart.

silence fell as the girl climbed under the duvet, cuddling up to a sniffling Rose.

"i love you Dodie." Rose whispered before she drifted off.

Dodie smiled a grin so wide it could have woken up the sun.

She finally had the girl she loved.

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