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Olivia had conflicted feelings. Anya seemed a bit mean, kind of like she didn't like her. But then the rumors...
She never really gave much thought to them, if they're true or not. She didn't like to think about it. They often scared her at times she didn't need scaring. But still, Olivia would rather live in some sadness and torture in hopes of getting to the outside world instead of dying alone and never having to deal with this place again.
Silently and without notice, Livi gently closed her door, then walked over to the end of her bed where her sleeping slippers were (link to picture at bottom). She quickly slipped them on, not wanting the two to leave her.
Soon she opened her door again slowly, more than a crack this time, and awkwardly took some steps out. A faint smile was presented before she crossed her arms and stared at the floor, waiting to follow. At the moment she felt like staying close to Nikolai; she had a feeling Anya would push her in front if something were to try to kill them.
A small part of her was anxious, but yet there was still that small negative voice in her head that said, "Let's die trying."
She never really gave much thought to them, if they're true or not. She didn't like to think about it. They often scared her at times she didn't need scaring. But still, Olivia would rather live in some sadness and torture in hopes of getting to the outside world instead of dying alone and never having to deal with this place again.
Silently and without notice, Livi gently closed her door, then walked over to the end of her bed where her sleeping slippers were (link to picture at bottom). She quickly slipped them on, not wanting the two to leave her.
Soon she opened her door again slowly, more than a crack this time, and awkwardly took some steps out. A faint smile was presented before she crossed her arms and stared at the floor, waiting to follow. At the moment she felt like staying close to Nikolai; she had a feeling Anya would push her in front if something were to try to kill them.
A small part of her was anxious, but yet there was still that small negative voice in her head that said, "Let's die trying."
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