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{ @babertonmuses } Four years. Sophie had been held in that place for four years with no hope of escape. No way to reach anyone or anything, pregnant and alone. The miscarriage still haunted her and she knew it was Jamie Kirk who had kept her. Like some sick pet. Hurting her and keeping her against her will. All she’d wanted was to get home. To see her father, her mother, her friends, her cat... but everything was different. Everyone was different. Her mother had come back when she’d been rescued, of course, but Sophie had told her to go back to Spain. She was angry. She didn’t want to see anyone. Her dad and Ruby... ugh. And now a baby on the way and... Emma. How could she have had a sister this whole time? Had she taken her place while Sophie had been presumed dead? She felt sick thinking about it, thinking about the girl, thinking about how everything was different, how nothing was familiar and normal and.... she couldn’t even go back to her house because her dad had sold it. She didn’t have a room anymore. She was padding around her dad’s apartment, feeling sick and anxious, staying away from the windows. She was dressed in big baggy clothes and when the door went, she thought maybe her dad had forgotten his keys. She remembered he’d always done that sort of thing. God, she’d missed him so much. When she opened it however, she came face to face with Emma Williamson and she immediately frowned. “What do you want?”
“November. The month you almost didn’t come home. The month you tried to leave. November.”
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“you’re a dying thing that never quite dies. still desperate, still trying to keep going, to keep flying— to prove you’re alive.”
— the difference between surviving and living | m.a.w (via dvoyd)