Wednesday:
Sage: Hey we are popping up with some food in like ten minutes, do you want regular fries or like curly fries? Coming to make you take a break from paintingggg
Nova: I already ate, my session with Tristan got moved, it's in half an hour. So you cant come sorry.
Sage: Do you need a lift?
Nova: No thankyou, Sophie's coming.
I feel as if I am under water.
But like deep water.
You know how they say water pressure increases the further down you get? I think that is why my lungs feel as if they're getting crushed.
I feel as if I am dying.
I had to hide everything that could hurt me in the middle of the night yesterday.
Haven't done that in a while.
I wanted to do it and I don't know why.
Like I know I don't want to.
But I do.
How strange.
Sleep.
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Loving November Grace
Teen FictionSTORY 3 If he was a tornado, she was a hurricane. The problem was though, they both loved the feel of the rain.
