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V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Palimpsest.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
unmoored,
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
lifetime of knowing brushed away like a tear.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
In this moment, there is no myth for company.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
What a luxury, to tell one’s story. To be read, remembered.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
She stands there until she realizes she is waiting. Waiting for someone to help. To come and fix the mess she’s in. But no one is coming. No one remembers, and if she resigns herself to waiting, she will wait forever. So she walks.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Another echo of Estele. Stubborn as stale bread.