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{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}

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direbeta:

{ Isaac } yeah good to know that we’re just going to fucking look over everything else i said and focus on the fact that i hoped they hadn’t gone through
{ Isaac } jesus fuck this is exactly why i don’t do this shit
{ Isaac } Forget it.

{ Lydia } I can’t talk about her.
{ Lydia- tried to delete but went through anyways } It’s like picking apart a scar that I shouldn’t touch and I can’t. Because everywhere I turn, I expect to see her laughing about something or looking at you with hearts in her eyes. I see myself teasing her about liking you and having sleepovers. But she’s not here. She’s dead. And I can’t talk about her because everyone keeps looking at me like I’m going to break down.
{ Lydia } And every time I think of her or Aiden, it feels like I can’t breathe and once again, I’m the town nutjob.
{ Lydia } And I haven’t told anyone else this so consider it… it’s like an apology.

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    { Lydia } If we’re going on partial truths, everyone who has died…. I could have stopped it. I was too late. Partial...
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