She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

we're finished.
there's no turning back.
the laughter that was once present
has faded. only to be filled by awkward silence
and cool confident replies.
no more endless giggles and laughter.
its over.
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