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piece. And if I don’t have you by my side, on my side, I don’t think I can do this. So have to know you’re ready for this, once and for all.

familiar scrawl scratched across them. A deep sigh passed over my lips as my blue eyes lifted to lock on @billieskye.bsky.social* You need to know everything before we can face anything that’s out there. Because until you do, I don’t think there’s any chance we get out of this in one

burned coming up from it.* I don’t even know where to start anymore. And no where feels safe…except this room. So until we’re ready to face whatever is out there, here is where we need to stay. *My fingers reached out but stopped short of the parchment pages with our da’s

had learned on my little sister that I had spent my life protecting? My hands were shaking as I lowered them, my slender fingers encircling around the bottle of whisky, lifting it to my lips once more. The amber liquid burned as much doing down my throat as the bitter words

drawing further tears from my eyes as it smeared across my skin. I wanted to scream. I was angry. Through all these years, I’d never been…angry. I’d been scared. Terrified. Worried. Stressed. Obsessive. Confused. Hurt. But never angry. How? How could I dump all that I

***Is @billieskye.bsky.social ready for the truth? Am I?*** I don’t want to pretend anymore. *I breathed, barely a whisper, all the air gone from my lungs, every word burning as it exited my full lips. I dipped my head and rubbed my hands back and forth over my swollen eyes, my mascara

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fingertips turning the book to find my father’s notes on Closeburn Castle. I slid the book across the carpet, lifting the bottle to my full, red lips once more, taking another long drink, my voice low and broken* Did we?

Da’s journal tumbling from it. The clasp fell open and the pages flew by until it landed flat on the floor. My eyes flew from it, to @billieskye.bsky.social , before returning to the familiar scrawl on the bound parchment. I crawled across the floor, bringing the bottle with me, my

eyes fluttering closed for a moment as the liquid burned its way down my throat. I lowered the bottle just enough to speak, at the ready already for another drink* Did we… *I began, freezing as my bag flew from the spot I’d dropped it on the couch, landing across the room,

on the floor a few feet away from me. At least we were together, I thought as my trembling fingers reached for one of the bottles of whisky on the coffee table. I twisted the bottle open and lifted it to my lips, not even bothering with a glass. I took a long drink, my blue

distance, I could hear my baby sister’s voice calling to me. It was almost as if I were underwater and she was screaming from the pool deck. We made it back, she said. Did we? I lowered my shaking my hands and slowly lifted my head, my eyes cracking open, finding her sitting

been through was crushing in me. Gasping for breath, my hands clutched at my skull, the thoughts racing through it making me feel like it was going to explode. We may have made it back to the inn and the safety of our room, but I felt anything but safe. Somewhere, in the

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*I leaned my head back against the ancient wood of the door, my chest rising and falling with my rapid breaths as I squeezed my eyes closed. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears and the weight of what we’d just

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~Scottish aristocrat, Southern Belle, Mysterious & Creative Mythical Soul
~Wine Maker, Distiller, Writer, Artist
~Dreamer & Romantic
~My heart & soul are eternally dancing with darkness
~Devoted big sister to @billieskye.bsky.social

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I saw Wicked For Good yesterday. A line in one of Glinda’s songs struck me in the heart.

🎵 Don’t wish. Don’t start. Wishing only wounds the heart.🎵

I have so many wishes, so many misses. Sitting here, waiting, for things that were true there, to be true here. Will they ever? Or is the song true?

Hell had me by the throat. I never got to heaven but I got real close.

~ Bohemian
~ Devil/Angel/What’s the difference?
~ Aesthete
~ Hodophile
~ Heiress
~ Sister to
@RomanticRaine

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Bit daunting and scary, starting over somewhere new, but at least I have my sister by my side. @billieskye.bsky.social

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~Scottish aristocrat, Southern Belle, Mysterious & Creative Mythical Soul
~Wine Maker, Distiller, Writer, Artist
~Dreamer & Romantic
~In a dance with the darkness you will find my heart and soul
~Devoted big sister to Billie Skye

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