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TW: Organ Trade.

Cressida

It felt like I was back there, back to those times where I had to be the strongest, where I had to pretend that I wasn't scared shit less of those gaurds.

Back to a time where an eight years old had to tell her twin brother that she'll protect him when she knew damn well that if it came down it, she would try to protect him and probably die doing so but that wouldn't have meant she would be the one who saved… if he got saved at all.

To look into that man's eyes opened back a part of my memories that I just now realised… I had closed. I did it. I chose to forget rather than facing my fears but what else would eight years old me would have done?

No matter how many tough act one can play, there would always be a moment where your heart would be beating so loudly and intensely that you can feel it in your ears, your brain going into overdrive, a part of it wishing to just doze off until the danger is gone, another part only longing for the truth but all of tha