Deeper than whimsy

Life could be a dream. Maybe if we weren't all a little fucked up.

Abby learned that at an early age, dreams don't come true. Maybe that's what looking down at your mothers casket will do to you. After all of it clinging to the hope that her father could one day change, she walks away with only the clothes on her back.

Olly flirts with the line between criminally insane and morally just on a daily basis. Until he sees her barefoot in the rain.

Natya. Bratty and unbothered. Well. Maybe just on the surface. Beauty has its perks, and its horrifying curse. We are all hiding behind something.

We were all once just kids. Now we are all carrying a bit of baggage in place of something taken.

Warning : This story covers some dark topics. It is also officially in v2. Revised chapters are being uploaded. Thank you for continuing to see the vision, even when it was rough. To finally writing this fucking thing.