Day 4: I was outside with my little cousin and in search of something entertaining, she began to blow bubbles as I took pictures from different angles in attempt to perfect the picture.

Childhood memories of carefree days filled with tea parties, building forts, games of hide and go seek until the sun began to set and running through fields chasing sun-kissed iridescent soap bubbles…

bleithe looked at herself in the mirror, squeezing the trigger. the bullet shattered the glass. it shattered her reflection. and bleithe muttered one word—"dead"

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