Some people merely adopt darkness, but she was born into it.
Hiding every gloomy secret, covering all the lies, she walks through the life devoid of all emotions.
They all labeled her, those silly people, if only they had stop for a moment and obs...
⚠️Warning: Chapter may contain triggering content. Abusive parent, suicidal themes.
❝She has twisted, dark and painful stories crammed between the cracks in her heart.
Stay with her and listen, she's worth it❞
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For the longest moment, we just sat there nestled comfortably on the grass with a silent rind around us like a second skin, which started to weigh down on me, because of the heavy sense of impending doom.
Ethan, so comfortingly caring, had thread his fingers in mine and kissed my hands, telling me that I didn't need to do this. I didn't need to tell him anything, but I had made up my mind from the start.
And who knows, if I tell him everything, maybe then it would become all more bearable real and not just a terrific illusion of life.
"I don't know where to start..." After a long dreading pause, I admitted.
"Then don't." He replied, his long fingers drawing unknown patterns on my skin.
I let out a sigh and said "But I want to, stop trying to make me change my mind."
Now, it was his turn to sigh as he rested his body against mine, creating a warm bubble, when he spoke up "Okay, just know that you can stop any moment. Hell! You can tell me to brainwash myself and never ask you anything and I'll gladly do it."
I wanted to chuckle, but couldn't bother to. Instead, I muttered "Surely. But as I said, I don't know how or where to start."
"Well, how about you close your eyes and tell me the first thing that comes to mind?" His voice was soothing me.
I looked at him and stole some courage from that gentle smile, I closed my eyes and let silence fall drop by drop.
Her shining face flashed in my mind, but before I could grasp the beauty of it, the vicious memories stole it, leaving the gloominess behind.
Sucking in a deep breath, my eyes shot open and breathless, I whispered "Claire!"
Meeting his gaze, I began to tell him the first thing, my mind came up with "I believe, you already know that I had a sister, Claire."
"She was a cheerful, quirky and a gorgeous girl, while I was... well me. We were completely opposite, but despite our differences, we were inseparable. We used to spend a lot of time together, trying to find every excuse to be ourselves and have fun without a single worry in the world. She was my only sister and I loved her to death and I know, she did too. But.. there was one person, who was not ecstatic with the deepest bond, we shared. My mom."
Gulping down a lump in my throat, which was making it hard for me to speak, I asked Ethan "Have you ever seen tears of disappointment in someone's eyes?"
