lexi realised there was a reason she had never tried to intervene before. she was an observer, that’s who she was. she often imagined that her parents weren’t really her parents, and that her sister wasn’t her sister, and that her house wasn’t even really her house. that it was just a movie…one that she was writing.
𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠. ©











