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So we were at a hotel because we were there for a funeral (not that that matters but whatever) and my parents were out to get the rental car and I was going to the bathroom to look at something but I could only see because my vision was blacking out (in a normal way). So, I was walking towards the door and I saw my mom coming out of the bathroom so I said “hello” (because my brain didn’t compute that she was somewhere completely different) and then I walked into the mirror. Not the bathroom mirror- to be clear- the full length mirror next to the bathroom door
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★ 【CORE】 「 フェルンさん 」 ☆
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“Diana sets a hand on her shoulder, eyebrows drawn together in sympathy, "It is the burden of a leader to watch her soldiers fall."
“They weren't soldiers, Diana. They were-- are my family." She shrugs away, turning in her chair to face her mentor, "I love them, and I failed them, and lost them. What are you supposed to say to that?"
Nothing, apparently. Diana sits down, and when she pulls Cassie into a hug it's surprising and it's warm and everything she wants and hates all at once.
"I am sorry, Cassandra, that you have found so much heartache."
Cassie doesn't hear her. She watches as another shovel of dirt is pitched into the grave and she moves like she's going to stand but Diana keeps her in place. "He doesn't like to be alone in the dark, Diana.”
"I know.”
"They're going to leave him alone in there," She insists, once again trying and failing to pull away, “They're going to leave him in the dark. He'll be alone in there. He doesn't like being alone."
Diana helps her stand, a hand around her back as she leads her away. Away from her last best friend, from the last person that tied her to that little girl with pigtails and a bright smile and a fierce loyalty to what she did. That little girl who smiled and saved kittens from trees and didn't understand how often people die.
"He'll be scared," She whispers pitifully, and she thinks she might be talking about herself.”
-How Rare and Beautiful it is to even exist-
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“feeling funeral chic in vegas 💖”
Charli XCX via Twitter, September 20, 2015, at 4:59 pm.
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