The Doctor, the Savior

Almost there, she thought to herself.

She had been climbing the set of stairs for ten minutes. Her legs were aching, she was breathing heavily. Good thing I had a workout yesterday. 

Victoria was your average girl. Pressured by society to look a certain way. Emotionally drained from the constant drama she suffered at school. Refusing to eat certain things because it would “make her fat.” She was a regular girl.

She took her last step of the stairs and stretched her arms. It was December 31st, New Year’s Eve. Great day. Too bad. The sun was surprisingly out and beautiful for a day in December. It had been raining earlier, but the clouds parted just enough so she could see the blue sky coloring in between the gray.

Then she broke down. 

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#he’s like a baby cloud was given a face and it bounced down to earth to bring us joy

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In bed above or deep asleep, while greater love lies further deep. This dream must end, this world must know. We all depend on the beast below.

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#britishness intensifies