“Hearts are breakable, and I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before". ― Cassandra Clare
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Eight days later...
(Mikayla)
It was the day, the day August would officially become someone else's and I woke up with a blinding headache. I was not very proud of how I spent last night, sneaking into my father's study and stealing a bottle of Elven Snow Gin. Aleesa tried to warn me off of the stupidity, but I was too angry and too depressed to listen to her.
The sun was dull and dreary, almost reflecting my sullen mood. I groaned as I sat up in bed, cursing myself for my stupidity, when Aleesa walked in with a glass in her hand. She pushed it towards me, and I grabbed it and shrunk my nose when an awful scent assaulted my senses. The thick gooey green liquid bubbled in
