½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf 81. Depression
Staring in the mirror, Emily took her hair in her hands and rolled it up into a scruffy bun, securing it there with a band and a couple of pins. Sighing lightly, she opened her bathroom cabinet and withdrew some of that moisturiser stuff her mother used to use.
“You're not getting any younger,” she said to her reflection, her tone monotonous.
Another year older. Another year closer to death.
Taking a blob of the stuff on the tip of her finger, Emily sniffed it first. Floral. It was slick looking, and cold.
This was not going to happen...
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