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In Fall of October 2021, a mistreated girl with no memory of her childhood, Maxine Isabella Devlin, and her only best friend, Narcissa...
It was almost 4 am when I released something for Noceur's second book... how do y'all feel abt chapter 56? Ik no ones gonna say anything yet but ik you're probably excited or not excited- who knows lmao but enjoy this sweet-ish and short one...
TW: GORE.
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༺♥༻ Three weeks later
We had eight shows in three weeks and it felt normal like every other day. Something in my gut tells me that something is about to bloom and it'll be full of problems that's been store for me and my head.
Ready to come stress me out...
I don't know if I can take it all and I'm trying not to let those thoughts constantly come back for me over and over again until I can't handle it. I've never told Harry about what happened in the hotel bathroom back in Florida and I know he can tell when I'm upset or something is really wrong... Maybe since that night when we left Florida. I still didn't understand how the door is was locked and I kept thinking about it at some point, even when I'm in group conversations with everyone and they want my distracted attention during the time.
Narcissa even wondered why I looked so lost or my head was in a different place, pulling me away from reality in front of everyone for a while. I didn't know I was staring at the table with my eyes open, not even a single blink in almost one and half minute. I was twisting my rings and softly biting on my bottom lip too.
Now, I'm sitting on the staircase, tapping my foot and stared at the concrete ground.
"You alright?" Harry was beside me and he probably was staring at me for the billionth time. "Yeah, I'm fine." I nodded, "Just daydreaming."
"That same old excuse." He murmurs. "You've been daydreaming a bit too much lately, baby."
"I was." I tell him and sat up straight. "I think I need it now." I take out the box of cigarettes and my pink old lighter.
