#repeatstarter

[clarasfilms]

“hey, quick question - can i film you?” sure, things like that really stopped mattering when the footage was never going to be seen by the public, but since that fact hadn’t quite hit clara yet, only being inside of the house for a measly week, she still felt like she needed to ask. “i have a lot of questions about this place, and the people in it, and i was wondering if i could ask you some questions about it. nothing freaky... for now.” with that, a wink. “though if you’re in need of a little inspo, since it might get a little lonely at night, i do have a few things in this camera i could show you. i’m not above bribery, as long as you answer all my questions honestly.”

[mrisole-blog]

     when all else failed to make marisole feel better, she sang -- a hobby that always helped. the girl brought out her guitar { though she was still learning how to play .. } and began to sing her favourite song. the song that she used to sing along to with her parents as they baked sugar cookies. a single tear rolled down her cheek && her voice began to crack. she missed them. marisole set her guitar beside her before putting her face in her hands and sighed. “ damn it. ”