#lucky no mental health places are open telm the thirteen

[multistoty]

Hope let out a disgruntled noise when her and Jess’s room door opened and the member of their polyamory couple’s dress shoes came into place. It was the anniversary of Hayley’s death and everyone seemed to have forgotten. Except for Alaric who had screamed at her for an hour about being reckless and detailing about her evil father and dead mother. He tears had come fast and thick. Landon had been on about one game he wanted to get and Jess was going to pick up food for them on their own little excursion. The tribrid’s loved Julian but they weren’t really the type to comfort eachother. He wasn’t cruel enough to make some sort of stand up comedian role about this, but she hated being a burden or making anyone worry. The furrow of his brow told her all she needed to know even from her place in the corner in Landon’s oversized shirt and the cardigan she stole for when the wonderful vampire disappeared for a few minutes. She probably looked like a water logged rat with the splattered paint that her magic would have to fix before the others came and shivering form with sweat soaked hair and mascara running dark tracks from her bright blue orbs. A temper tantrum probably added to the headmasters narrative. A disgruntled fond groan still left her lips. Feeling slightly guilty when his young adult novel love interest smile drooped low for a few moments. “Come for a victory lap?” She teased half heartedly. Pale lips trembling slightly.

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