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Levi x Reader - When Loss Mends(AU Note: For maximum effect, listen to this)
You paced the pristine white floor nervously, your three-inch heels clacking a steady rhythm as it landed on each tile. The large clock on the wall ticked in synchrony with your steps, marking the passing of every second. Your gaze was fixated on your feet as it moved back and forth – tick and tock. The flow of time seemed to be dictated by the subconscious movement of your legs.
“Would time stop if my legs stopped?” you thought.
The silent vibration of your phone snapped you out of your reverie. Muttering silent curses under your breath, you dug the horrid object out of your pocket and saw one message from your editor.
Deadline is in another two hours! Hurry up with your article.
Your hands trembled in fury as you fought to control yourself from throwing the wretched communication device at the wall and smashing it into dozens of mechanical pieces.
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My Illness school My Illness School
To tell you the story of my recovery. I'd have to go back and tell you how that for most of my life I wasn't even diagnosed. Growing up I was a typical kid. I had friends a decent family we got along just like any other family.
School on the other hand was a challenge. I would never admit that I hated school. I always thought that hating school was for the kids who did drugs and were troublemakers. Something that was not for me. I was a good kid in class. I was quiet and kept to myself. My teachers classified as a pleasure to have in class.
In my high school we had what they called the student of the month. Which was intended to be awarded for students with good grades. As well as behaving in class. I always thought that I never was awarded s
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