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Chapter Fourteen

Anna's POV

Mother always said art was in and for everyone, it didn’t matter what you were doing and how you were doing it, she could swear it was lying deep within you.

She always said this when she was brushing the red hair I inherited from her, only that hers was a bit more startling and wild. It was a furious shade of red that reminded you of the beauty of fire and the danger around it.

It used to warm my heart that I took over her and it warmed my heart even more when people said it.

She was always a dreamer, she made me one and it took me a while to realize the world wasn't a place for my unrealistic dreams.

It wasn't a place for people like me.

It wasn't a place for people like her either.

That was why she drowned in alcohol. She died from her unrealistic dreams of thinking my father would change, thinking he would love her again and they'll be back to that childhood sweetheart they once were.

But it never happened.

On the night he left, his voice ran around the house like a vio
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