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In a world full of danger lurking in every corner, Birdie Jackson stayed silent, learned to keep quiet during the loud, be angry when shown the good. The apocalypse had ripped her out of her childish manners and into a world full of knife-welding and blood-soaked hands.The woods became her and her father's sanctuary, their car that was running out of fuel being the only thing holding them together. Foods stolen from abandoned houses began to empty out, their chance of survival slim with every passing day.So, Vincent left to go on a run. But he didn't come back.It took three long, excruciating weeks before Birdie left the car - with only a knife for protection and determination fuelling her forward.That was the day she lost something, and gained something else. Something that would not only make her find her voice again, but fill that hole in her chest that had been once carved into her by loss and grief.ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴡᴘ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 11 / 03 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ??ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3.…

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Maree Jacobs was not normal. Not in the way people wanted her to be.She was carved into the world by sticks and stones, bruises and scars and angry words. Blood settled under her fingernails like it belonged there, her eyes a hollow reminder of neglect and darkness. She was the kind of person that bit if you got too close and slashed her knives at the dinner table with her legs propped up.But then, Joel Miller came.All brooding, scowling, and grieving. And for the first time in a long time, Maree felt understood. Not fully, but just enough. Joel didn't press her when she didn't speak, he didn't push her away if she got too close.Instead, he gave her something no one had.Patience.ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴡᴘ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 02 / 08 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ??ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 1.…

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Since she was born, Sadie Maybank had felt different. The way people looked at her, the way her father made her feel like a liability, the way her brother treated her like something he didn't want to deal with and just did because he was told to.Her family had always been out of reach, as if her fingertips faded through their hands like a cloud. She didn't belong. Never had. The world wasn't hers, she was just living in everyone's else's.She had always been alone. Perched up on the swing-sets alone. Ate lunch during recess alone. Walked along the beach alone. Just always, awfully alone.She had always been. Until she wasn't. Until hope, care, family - one with no biological blood, just familiarity and the lingering feeling of safety that sat beneath her chest - clasped her hands together and made her feel like she belonged.But even then, beneath the surface of false truth, biting secrets tended to leave marks.ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴡᴘ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 17 / 01 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ??ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2.…