"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fix."
"Olivia, why are you so silent? What is going on in that head of yours?", she asked me. "I don't know anything anymore", I whispered back. "He's gone. You can't change reality. " she said while shaking her head. I stay silent yet a war raged within me. To believe or not to believe. "Olive...", she says gently. "Don...
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