#lydiya

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Nocturnal creatures!!! It's our timea

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laugh it up, fuzz ball. ”

Lydiya couldn’t help but laugh at him, her finger and arm outstretched in his direction a laundry mat catastrophe, for sure, was what they sat in. She could only imagine how curly and fuzzy her hair had become from the geyser that had been her clothes and even though he had tried to help it quickly failed. But now as they sat there, the washing machine still flowing water and soap bubbles out she looked over at his determination to save her laundry and the money she was probably going to have to spend for the laundry mat to fix this, and couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You just…” She was out of breath with laughter, “You just have bubbles everywhere.” She laughed, standing on wobbly legs to wipe the bubbles from his nose. “See, you’re covered head to toe in bubbles!”

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[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: Why would you make me choose?

[text]: we could have the best of both worlds, right?

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“You okay?”

Lydiya ran her fingers through her hair and huffed a laugh. Shaking her head as tear streamed down her cheeks. “Am I okay?” She repeated to herself first as a whisper then it all exploded. “Am I okay? No, I’m not okay… I just…” Her jaw trembled and she closed her eyes trying to hold back the emotion that was beating against her chest. It brought her too her knees and was probably the quickest motion she had done in those couple of minutes of breaking down. Her sobs causing her whole body to jerk as she rocked back and forth, hugging herself. Feeling every twinge of pain as she let it sink in that her twin brother, Felix had died. She could feel it. Feel his heart stop beating and him stop breathing and it ripped her in two. But it wasn’t until she felt nothing, no connection to her brother at all that it all became to weird. Her rocking and sobbing intensifying as she tried to soothe herself because where ever he was now… he was gone and she was even more alone than she thought.

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“I guess someone’s not getting any use out of that slutty Santa outfit they bought.” (Matt & Lydiya)

Lydiya’s brows furrowed and she sighed, “Yeah, because the guy that asked me to go to a Christmas party with him stood me up.” She pouted and her whole body seemed to sink. “I don’t think I’ve ever been stood up before.” She said playing with the faux fur lined trimming of the tiny skirt of the tiny dress she wore. The ball of her santa hat falling in her face a couple times after she had brushed it back before she finally jerked it off her head and threw it on the ground. “This is why I don’t like Christmas. I never get anything good.” She pouted and started to walk away, but the heel of her shoe got caught in a grate and broke off, causing her to sit on the ground and cry.

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Balance the light and the dark, happy Autumnal Equinox 🌙🍁