Hi, reader! Thanks for getting even this far in the story. :) So, basic idea, this is going to be a collection of drabbles. No, they will not all be sad. The first one or two will just happen to be. I will try to update quickly, but I can't promise. I will try, though.
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Placebo
Because she still wishes it was real.
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Prison.
Life sentence.
Guilty.
Gone.
Isabel was gone. And she didn't have to worry anymore about living in her shadow. She could move on, grow up, quit idiotically moping over clothes in a closet, on a bed. She was stronger, wasn't she? She was free now, wasn't she? She was safe, wasn't she?
She wasn't. And she knew it. Because no matter what she said to herself, she knew Isabel could get out of jail as simply as she could jump out of a flying airplane. And she knew that Isabel could leave that place more easily then she herself could leave Isabel's clothes lying on her bed there. She was intelligent. She was brilliant, in fact. So she knew full well that she was never going to be safe.
Escape.
Leaving quickly.
On parole.
Here.
She kept believing in the placebo, though.
How could she live, otherwise?
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Next Drabble: "Jaded Amber" Because those eyes held nothing anymore, no matter how much I wished they could.
Thanks for reading!