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I'm tired of waking up in tears. Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears. I'm new to this grief I can't explain. But, I'm no stranger to the heartache and the pain.

She couldn't take it anymore. It was killing her; every night, she woke up with tears in her eyes. His words cut her deep, but she knew that she had done wrong as well. She didn't really know how long it had been since she's spoken to him, but it was the end of the year. This needed to end. But, she wasn't going to apologize first. Adara was going to wait until he knocked on her door, and apologized sincerely. But, it hurt to feel alone. To feel without him... Incomplete. She couldn't put the thought that he hated her out of her mind.

The fire I began is burning me alive. But I know better than to leave and let it die.

Her soul felt as if it was on fire, burning with shame. She wouldn't let it get the best of her. She was going to wait just a while longer... just a few more minutes...

I'm a silhouette asking every now and then "is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?" I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own. But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone. So I watch the summer stars to lead me home. 

One part of her mind was saying that he hated her. That he didn't want to see her again. That she had blown her chances. The other part was silent, slowing giving into the dark thoughts. Moving on wouldn't work; she'd only start crying herself to sleep out of pure loneliness. So, she could only wait.

I'm sick of the past I can't erase. A jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can't retrace. The mountain of things I still regret is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget.

She couldn't forget about it, no matter how hard she tried. It just kept coming back to her. She closed her eyes, trying to think of other things. Things that didn't hurt her. Those nice things were soon corrupted, and her mind returned to doubting her chances with him.

I'm a silhouette asking every now and then "Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again?" I'm a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own. But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone. So I watch the summer stars to lead me home.

"A lot of stuff. But Wade got me this demon beaver thing..."

It's been two days. Two fucking days since they had an argument, and he got angry. Two days since she's spoken to Spyro. Two days since she's come out of her room, except for eating and going to the bathroom. Sighing, Adara lay back on her bed, closing her eyes. Next time, keep your mouth shut. Her mind scolded her, causing her to groan loudly. She wasn't going to speak to him, even though she's been dying to see him again. No, she was going to ignore him, like she usually does when she's angry. That's just how things are....

Even if she won't admit to herself that she needed somebody.

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