Twenty-Three Years of Age
Perfectionist, Maker, Loyal
Twenty-Three Years of Age
Perfectionist, Maker, Loyal
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤...
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𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤...
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𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, and she was all right with that.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, and she was all right with that.
𝗡𝗼. The place was the same but 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. It was as if she had merely passed through the invisible veil that separated where she had been to where she now found herself.
𝗡𝗼. The place was the same but 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. It was as if she had merely passed through the invisible veil that separated where she had been to where she now found herself.
And then all of a sudden - silence.
Eyes still closed, Desiree took a deep breath and when she finally opened her eyes and exhaled, all she could do was gasp.
And then all of a sudden - silence.
Eyes still closed, Desiree took a deep breath and when she finally opened her eyes and exhaled, all she could do was gasp.
...and she began to wonder if she was, in actuality, not just fine.
...and she began to wonder if she was, in actuality, not just fine.
Her second attempt fared better, and like a babe learning to walk, Desiree soon managed to find her footing.
Her second attempt fared better, and like a babe learning to walk, Desiree soon managed to find her footing.
She should be dead. She knew that much.
She should be dead. She knew that much.
Unable to move on two legs just yet, Desiree examined herself gingerly, preparing for the absolute worst. But it was the strangest thing.
Unable to move on two legs just yet, Desiree examined herself gingerly, preparing for the absolute worst. But it was the strangest thing.