tidal waves ! ༄
karma's never been this sweet
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A child becomes a leader overnight, protecting the people and fighting a war she wasn't supposed to be a part of.
"if you can't fight the wa...
"No one sees what you see, even if they see it too," - cf.
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[ Becca's voice intro ]
For ten days now, we've locked ourselves in our houses and cried ourselves to sleep.
Asked, "What is this place that looks like home?"
And, "Why are we here?"
What we know for certain is that the sun came up not too long ago, at 5:41 a.m.
Which is how it should be, Heading towards the summer solstice.
But at the train station, the 7:10 to New York, never arrived.
Neither did the 7:25.
No trains arrived yesterday, nor the day before, or the day before that.
Some people believed that we would wake up from this, and the dream would be over,
And that everything would, again, be like it was before.
Ten days is a long time to believe that.
But the sun just keeps coming up, everyday, and you can't cry forever.
You have to put your shoes on, you have to eat, you have to have hope.
Don't you?
Because who knows?
Maybe tomorrow.
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Karma placed the fake flowers down, right in front of the pictures they had taken from Emily's room. She removed all the rotten flowers, cleaning the grave of a friend.
"I went by Blossoms," Karma starts to whisper, mentioning the town's local flower shop. "But turns out most of the flowers they had left have already died," She chuckles to herself.
