fingers curl gentle strands of hair, sitting at her vanity as she tilts her hair. β Morgan , Good Morning. Happy Birthday!!! β she can hear FRIDAYS voice on her tablet and she smiles gently. moving her hands onto her lap as she feels a slight shift of energy she cannot quite β
least unexpected time but gods she was praying it wouldnβt be the day of her sweet sixteen and especially not Halloween.
βNo β No, no. It is fine.β
A lie, another gentle breathing. She lets her eyes close as she moves her hair out of her face, she really has to get through β
















