“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”~ Mark Twain
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(Esme)
I am Esme. I am Esme. My name is not Blue anymore. I have a name. Esme kept repeating in her head as they drove towards the castle, which she heard was where her parents lived. A castle! She had read about castles in books, and it was impressive that her parents actually lived in one.
Elian kept her hand on Esme's hand, as if she wanted to make sure Esme was fine. She was getting better. She knew the nightmares would follow her, but she also knew that she now had people who would help her with whatever, whenever, and that was enough. Once upon a time, she had lived in fear of never knowing who she was, never learning where she had come from... once she was afraid of dying with
