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The glow from the candle was the only light in the room as the seventeen-year-old closed the door behind her, setting down at the desk in the corner with the candle on it. The cabin that she lived in with her parents, with her family, was a great comfort to her, and it was always her escape from the rest of society, if only for a little while.
The glowing feeling inside of her was the only thing keeping her going through her dark life at this point now. She knew he'd see her again, and until that point, until they could see each other again, the glowing feeling, the light in her heart, would have to keep her going. It was all she had anymore, besides her job. She didn't mind it, though.
When it was just you and I, I was completely fine, but now that Colin's come into our lives, even though he was always there, it's different. I've always trusted him, don't get me wrong, but I suppose not living with someone every day of your life makes you a little cautious about trusting people.
I trusted you when nobody else would. And then you go and break that trust so easily, and i realize that it was no wonder nobody trusted you. but you changed my life by supposedly letting me trust you. what was your god damn problem anyways, letting me trust you with me, with myself, just to break me? you shouldn't be allowed anyone.
Everything that I ever thought about him was confirmed, was intensified after I read the Post-It on my laptop. It was everything I wanted from him, and I knew that it wouldn't ever happen again, or from anyone else. So that afternoon I texted the number scrawled at the bottom of the note and waited for a reply.
The statement that was on the Post-It was shocking in and of itself. I never would have thought that he'd actually ever say that, to a STUDENT, and leave it in such plain view for everyone to see. I didn't understand why he did it, or why he evevn thought of leaving it.
The mango was just a random little symbol of thanks from one of the other kids in the show who just felt like it was something good for a gift to me. I don't see why I was the one to recieve the gift. I'm playing the antagonist, so I can't even FATHOM why I was recieveing the gift.
The mango that was on the vanity was odd. None of us really brought food into the theater unless it was one of us going oout for a last-minute dinner run to, say, McDonald's or some fast food restaurant. So recieving the mango was something rare. It wasn't until about three minutes later when I found who it was from.
The outlet was the only thing that kept me from going completely insane. It was where I'd found myself so many times, and had left so much of my past behind by just going and sitting tin the arboretum of the outlet center. It was the only thing, the only place that kept me from killing the rest of my family, Because I knew that if I did that, I'd wind up just like Teague - in jail.
The girl's writing was all she had to get all of her feelings out, her only outlet for her thoughts and ideas. It was all she had to get away from the awful reality that she and her sister Raven lived in. For you see, Vora and her sister lived in very abusive situations, and they didin't DARE speak out about it.
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