She kept dreaming on for days..
Still, her actions were the same to what her reality played. Everything remained the same yet so different.
It was the same old Christabel drying her tears, wiping away the ink smurged from the pages she wrote every single night reminding of her rich workaholic parents who never had time for her.
They were so near yet miles apart…
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