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She'd first met Mason last year, in one of those stupid charity events she is always being dragged to, though she’s known of him for a long time.He is an actor. No. He is an artist. He is a director. No, he is a filmmaker. “He only makes real movies,” her friend had told her, and though she still hasn’t seen a single one of them she can picture them clearly in her mind, his pale face stark in contrast with his dark brow, the smudge of mascara at the corner of his eyes, the lines of foundation the brush leaves on h...
When Peter was twelve years old, he saw magic for the first time.It'd been a drowsy, boring summer spent far away, in a place Peter had no real attachment to and no desire to visit, and nearing teenhood, he'd gotten a terrible mood that had not dissipated since his mother told him they were going away for the month. He'd cried when packing and screamed when he was shoved into the car, but by the time they'd arrived, his temper had dimmed into a faded, nagging thought in the back of his mind. It clouded his vision of the beach--whic...
"Jordie, don't go," Harriet cried, grabbing onto his shirt. Her eyes were wide, shining, and he almost let himself fade at the sight of her.Almost was the key word. Hetty was good at breaking his heart--she'd done it ever since she came into his life. By now he was used to it.He knelt in front of her and said, with a confidence he did not feel, "I'll be back. You know that. I always come back.""But you always come back late," she mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks.It was absurd, he thought sometimes, how ...
Trigger warning: birth complications Jude was born already dead. The umbilical cord, the doctors noticed, was wrapped around her throat, long since choking her. She came out not red, but a palid, sickening blue. Her mother could not understand--her daughter had been a fighter in her womb, kicking relentlessly, not letting up for even a second. Days prior, she’d joked with her husband, “Don’t forget to bring earplugs. We’ll need it for the crying.”
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