Symbols in Scrubs
Chiara's POV Worry wars inside my head, it feels like bubbles shuffling around in a can of pop desperate to find an opening to escape from. I am going to lose my job. I am going to be struck off. These two certain thoughts were only slightly less fizzed, when I had been on his lap, and in his arms. He hadn’t come to see in the night, so I am missing the way he usually checks on me, and the combined disappointments makes sleep elusive. I know that I love him deeply, but that doesn’t console me. I just want to laugh at this new perspective on life where I put love before logic. What a love-struck fool I am. Love for my father was the drive that brought me here, but it is my love for Vincent that stops me leaving, and gags me for going to the police. Deciding that the four walls are maki
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