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Let's leave your fate to the numbers...
“Let’s Leave Your Fate To The Numbers:”
9: My muse goes blind! Their vision is gone and they can’t see anything!!!
"Uh, Iver...? I can't see! Help!"
//will happen on Iver’s next interaction with Gabe :)
~open
Running away was the only thing Chance did well. Running away from people, relationships, from that one dreaded word that she didn't even want to think about. She didn't want to be good at running away, she didn't want to be afraid to get close to anybody, but she'd done it for so long that it was the only thing familiar to her anymore.
Her thoughts were cut short when she rammed into somebody else that was walking, and she stumbled back a little, dropping the drink she'd had in her hand. "Fuck," she mumbled as the ice and soda spilt all over her legs, and she moved a hand to her hair before deciding to tell the person off. "Watch where you're going next time, you idiot," she said, looking up to meet the eyes of the person who'd ran into her.
