@ShadeStar
(That works.)
âBut your dad,â Lillian looked up at him. Her hand moved the sleeve and tried picking at the stitches.
(That works.)
âBut your dad,â Lillian looked up at him. Her hand moved the sleeve and tried picking at the stitches.
"First of all, don't pick at your stitches, second, he's been strangely nice since he found out about my condition."
Lillian let her hand fall to her side, but she stil felt restless, âReally? You think heâd let me stay?â
"He wouldn't protest," He took her hands in his own.
Lillian smiled at him, âGreat.â
The voice screamed at er to get out. That he would protest. She needed it to leave. She felt all jittery.
"Are you tired?"
Lillian shook her head, âNo. Are you?â
The voice somehow got louder. She needed something to shut it up, a knife maybe?
"A little, but if you're not we can do something."
âYeah letâs do something.â
Lillian itched to get a knife and shut the fucking voice up. No she shouldnât think like that.
Darren looked around trying to find something to do, "What do you wanna do?"
Lillian said with a tinge of desperation, âAnything.â
She needed her mind off the knife.
He looked around again, he knew he should find something to distract her but he really just wanted to cuddle and talk until he fell asleep.
Lillianâs eyes wandered back to the kitchen. She whispered sorrowfully, âI donât want you to go through it again. Please, make sure I donât. I canât.â
The only thing on her mind was the knife.
BEEP BEEP BEEP the moving truck beeped. Olivia sighed and shifted her guitar. âOlivia! Come help with the boxes!â Her mother yelled âI told you not to call me Olivia! Itâs either Via or Olive!â She yelled back. She roles her eyes and picked up a box and moved it into the house.
He used a hand to make her look at him, "I won't let you. Do you wanna watch a movie or play a board or something?"
Lillian paused, âA movie would be nice.â
The voice still screamed.
(Im sorry I gtg to bed so I don't die tomorrow. I'll be back at 8AM)
(K donât die. See ya then!)
(Lmao same though!)
(Back!)
Stormy hugged Paige and sighed into her hair. He looked up and gazed into her eyes. "What do you need?" He said slowly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer.
"To talk," Paige replied, pressing herself into him - filling all of the gaps.
"Then let's talk." Stormy said, resisting the urge to kiss her. He knew how much she was suffering and he wanted to help, not be an idiot.
(Good morning)
(good morning)
(Warrenton?)
(wat?)
(Nothing. Waiting for Shade)
(oki den)
(Warrenton)
(!!!)
(Morning)
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